Yesterday, I took a nap. I had a night shift coming up, and I was trying to get some sleep so I wouldn’t be a total zombie by the end of work. At around 5pm I woke up really suddenly and lay in bed for a minute, trying to figure out why. That’s when I heard pounding feet running down the stairs, a couple kids coughing up a lung or two… and my neighbour calling 911 because of a possible electrical fire in a bedroom wall.
I swear, I have never jumped out of bed and gotten dressed that fast before. I poked my head out my door and was immediately fighting the urge to cough myself. Something was definitely going on. A couple fire trucks later, and to everyone’s immense relief, we found out it wasn’t a fire. It was bear spray. Damn, that stuff is awful, but man, were we lucky! I said a prayer right then and there.
This whole experience made me realize something: I don’t have a fire safe, or even a simple kitchen fire extinguisher. Maybe it’s time to remedy that.