Sooo…pre-storm weather. 72 and balmy. Warm night for sleeping so I had the box fan on. Just me (and cats) all alone in this massive old Victorian house.
Box fan vibrates a bit and can “walk” on the hardwood floor.
See where this is going?
Middle of the night. Deep slumber. Box fan walks to the end of its cord and falls over. The redirected air blew a white plastic grocery bag in the air. The commotion (bang/rustle/cats scattering) woke me and all I could see in the dark was the glow of the white bag floating over the bed…my sleepy brain connected the dots (all wrongly) and I damn near shot it!
Sleep tight!
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
