I was downstairs, talking with Steffie last night -chirp- when I heard this noise. By the time I noticed it, it was over. It was a -chirp- rhythmic progression, spaced far enough apart to defy anticipation.
Damned smoke detectors.
The problem is, the chirp -chirp- is so short and so unexpected, it can’t be localized. This is especially true if it’s a few rooms away, with multiple paths for the sound to take to you.
This -chirp- morning I climbed on the step ladder and twisted the detector off its base. Ours are powered by he house’s AC current with the battery as a backup. That added 115 volts always makes me a little more careful and reticent.
I unhooked the battery, put it in my pocket and began to bring the new -chrip-… You’re kidding. Wrong detector? Crap.
The correct detector was downstairs, in the hallway between the kitchen and front door. Now that’s got a new battery too!
In this modern era, smoke detectors should use small wet cell batteries (like the kind in your car or those used in alarm systems) which can be trickle charged constantly and which will last nearly forever. That way, they’ll be there when they’re needed and never go -chirp-.