There's something on my ceiling.
Ever get freaked out by, say, a centipede running across your ceiling in the night? That startled moment where you only know there's movement on your ceiling - unnaturally smooth and gravity defying?
I've had that every damn night since Sunday.
Our house was built in 1952, prior to the adoption of formal electrical and construction codes. That's not a bad thing, mind you - other than one really dumb thing, there was very little truly ‘wrong’ when we bought our house. Our ongoing project (finishing our attic) has revealed one potentially dangerous shortcoming - smoke detectors.We have 2 smoke detectors - one on the first floor, outside each bedroom, and one on the second floor, between the finished and unfinished halves of the attic. That won't work. Current building codes require a smoke detector in each bedroom, as well as each common area outside the bedrooms. They have to be wired into the electrical service for the house, and linked together so that if one alarm goes off, they ALL go off.
Originally, we weren't going to do anything, but our initial electrical inspection brought it up as an issue: the room is fine to use as an office, but isn't suitable as a bedroom until we added the new smoke detectors. Since we had to redo some of the electrical work anyway, we decided to go ahead and install everything.
Fun times. So, until the electrical re-inspection next Tuesday, we have multiple holes in our ceilings with wires dangling from them. And every time I catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, I freak out for a moment when I wonder why a eight-inch centipede is dangling from my ceiling.
