A couple of nights ago, my sleep was rudely interrupted by the sound of every smoke alarm in the house going off at 1:45 a.m.
A walk-through of the house and visual check of the attic revealed no fire, no smoke, no nothing (other than lost sleep and a very skiddish cat).
Last night, Alice was cooking some freezer meals to be ready when the family is here next week. In the process, she initiated her first kitchen fire in our 11 1/2 years of marriage.
Did those same smoke detectors go off this time?
Of course not.
(I'm happy to report that there was no damage. My fast-acting wife put out the fire with baking soda and didn't even gasp loud enough for me to know that it happened until she told me later, although that may have had to do with the fact that I had the headphones on...)