Always in the middle of the night

2:45 am

[CHIRP]

Hunh?

[CHIRP]

"What was that?"

[CHIRP]

"Oh, man. It's the smoke detector, isn't it?"
"Think so."

[CHIRP]

"Ugh, we should go take the battery out."

[CHIRP]

We proceed to go out to the hallway, open up the smoke detector, and remove the battery. The body of the smoke detector hangs from the ceiling by a couple of wires.

[CHIRP]

"Nooooo!"

[chirp]

"Maybe it'll stop soon."

[CHIRP]

"Or not."

[CHIRP]

We then have to decide whether or not unplugging the smoke detector would set of any alarms (this place was once an apartment complex, after all. Maybe they have some sort of alarm system wired to all the smoke detectors in the place).

[CHIRP]

R looks up the manual, which is no help at all. His continued searchings reveal that there is a risk of electrical shock when unplugging the smoke detector.

[CHIRP]

We unplug the stupid smoke detector.

[CHIRP]

It's alive! I bury it in a stack of towels.

Ahh... blessed silence.


3:45 am

We're finally on the verge of getting back to sleep.

[CHIRP]

"You've got to be kidding me."

[CHIRP]

"Is there another smoke detector out there?" "I guess so."

[CHIRP]

"There's one in the computer room!" "There is also another in our bedroom." (Mind you, these detectors are all within 3 feet of each other.) "Which one is it?"

[CHIRP]

"The one in our bedroom."

[CHIRP]

We then proceed to remove the smoke detector in our bedroom, taking out the battery and hiding the carcass in a stack of towels. Just for good measure, we decide to remove the still-functional office smoke detector. Knowing our luck, it was bound to start chirping at 4:45 am.