(And no, it wasn't those voices in my head.)
(This time, anyway.)
I'd be in the kitchen doing dishes, and something would beep.
5 minutes later, I'd be
Hubby, who was outside washing the car, was summoned.
"I think the security alarm needs a new battery. It keeps beeping."
Since we didn't have a replacement battery on hand, he simply took the battery out and went on his merry way.
(You know where this is going, right?)
STILL THE BEEPING.
THE DAMN BEEPING MAKE IT STOP.
"Honey, it's still beeping, I swear. Maybe there's something else wrong with it?"
Coincidentally enough, our next door neighbor Joe is a security alarm installer. So Joe came over to take a look at it.
He went down to the basement and...(insert technical jargon about hard wires and routers and blahdeblah)...well, completely disconnected the entire system.
And? You guessed it...
BEEPING! COMING RIGHT FROM THAT AREA. STILL.
What the hell?!
So picture 3 grown adults, standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, staring at the remnants of what once was our alarm, which had been completely dismantled, wires everywhere...
ready to pounce into action at the sound of the next beep and SOLVE THE MYSTERY.
And when it happened?
Realizing that it was not, in fact, the alarm, but a dead cell phone beeping atop the refrigerator.
There goes another hour of my life I'll never get back.