Thursday, March 4, 2010
Who popped the bubble wrap?
Not us Momma!
So I received a lovely parcel of little pressies, including posh little leopard print catnip mousies, from Lovely Helena. (Thank You Helena, you are wonderful!)
In this box was bubble wrap. Big bubbles, big bang when popped. Especially at 3:00 am!
I was in the middle of somewhat precarious sleep to begin with. Cricket was on my legs as usual and Miss Billie was on my left side. Daddyman was snoring blissfully and the boy kitties were I think, somewhere upstairs. Suddenly I woke up to this loud Pop! Pop! Pop!
Scared the life out of me! See, I think a little background is needed to explain why I thought it was something very scary.
A couple of summers ago we had a very rainy couple of weeks. The house being old, has old wiring and my husband had not been able to get to all of it. (He's very good at wiring anything electrical.) It seems that some of the wiring didn't like the damp air. (this is my husband's reasoning for why it happened out of the blue)
The light switch in our dining room sparked. I mean flames shot out of it! And it made a loud POP noise as it did. I was absolutely terrified and even though power in the house didn't go out I turned off anything that was on. The sparking barely lasted a few seconds and then all was eerily calm. I called my husband at work. "Flames shot out of the dining room wall!"
He rushed home to find a freaked out wife and daughter. The cats were not fazed a bit of course even though I got out the PTU's ready to carry them out of our money pit, death trap house.
He turned off the breaker and got all the tools and wiring needed to do what needed to be done. A half hour later all was fixed. I saw the scorch mark on the plaster in the wall which was pretty scary. The metal box the switch is set into prevented it from catching fire.
So, being sleepy, with that memory in the back of my mind, I awoke to the popping noise terrified that it was happening again, this time in the family room.
No. It was bubble wrap. Being popped by my daughter and her boyfriend while they ate Ramen noodle soup and watched X Files.
Not only did it frighten me and my husband, the cats were really upset. Cricket flew off the bed. I think poor Billie halfway fell off the bed as she tried to jump off. And the two boys were no where to be found.
The teenagers sheepishly apologized, though I got the feeling they thought I had lost my mind. I didn't express anger, just complete fear and sleepy confusion. Husband just grumbled and fell back to sleep. (Of course.)
Anyway, that was my night. I'm tired. The kitties are napping. The bubble wrap is still here, but only because Cody seems to like the padding in the box as you can see from the picture. That cat has never met a box that he hasn't tried to crawl in and nap in.
I hope nothing goes bump or pop in the night for any of you!