So my gf just came in and noted a fire alarm was going off...I went into the hall and tracked it down to the laundry room - and opened the door to find the fire alarm was pulled out of the ceiling, hanging by wires (they're hard wired with battery backups fwiw) and raining ants.
No, seriously, there were hundreds of tiny black ants POURING out of the fire alarm (which was going off).
I went back upstairs to put on shoes and gloves, and "fixed" (smashed) the fire alarm to cease the alarm going off. I put a sign on the door that the room is closed (due to thousands of ants). I'll tell the management company and all that fun stuff...but I also just had to shower off the ants that FELL ON ME while I was fixing the damn thing.
Really, I didn't sign up for this - what was that, the exorcist!?
No, seriously, there were hundreds of tiny black ants POURING out of the fire alarm (which was going off).
I went back upstairs to put on shoes and gloves, and "fixed" (smashed) the fire alarm to cease the alarm going off. I put a sign on the door that the room is closed (due to thousands of ants). I'll tell the management company and all that fun stuff...but I also just had to shower off the ants that FELL ON ME while I was fixing the damn thing.
Really, I didn't sign up for this - what was that, the exorcist!?