Gianni woke up at 5 am and it’s a good thing she did.
The NFO smelled a horrific smell, woke me, and after not being able to determine what it was, we called 911 (got the non emergency number), opened the windows and took the kids outside.
As a taxpayer, I was thrilled by the quick response from the Fire Department, who were here quite quickly in full gear.
I did feel a bit embarrassed, as the house was clearly not burning down (thank God), but they did a thorough check anyway.
The culprit, an overheated ballast in our kitchen that was at 300 degrees F (they have a wicked cool visual thermometer/heat detector) and was melting the plastic.
Paco loved it…he loves fire trucks. The NFO went back to bed and I took the team for a walk around the neighborhood until 7.
More joys of home ownership.