So I’m laying in bed last night, trying to fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what’s going to happen on the next season of The Wire. Suddenly, I noticed an odd smell. A strong, odd smell. Natural gas.
Leaned over to Matt and asked, “Do you smell something? Like natural gas?”
He thought it was just me but got up anyway and went to investigate. Somehow, turn burners had been left on. Not lit but on – as in natural gas was filling out townhouse. Ack!
No clue how they were on as Matt had used only one – different – burner to make dinner. Our thought was 1) the cats somehow did it or 2) I bumped the knobs when turning off the lights.
We turned the burners off, opened a window to let the gas filter out, and tried to go back to bed.
Except I am me. I freak out about the littleist thing, never mind something major like OH MY GOD MY HOUSE IS FULL OF NATURAL GAS.
Even an hour after we turne doff the burners and opened hte window, I could not calm myself down enough to sleep.
I swore I still smelled natural gas and even had to go downstairs twice to make sure the burners weren’t on.
Thankfully, I did get to sleep eventually and our house no longer smells like gas.
But me, I am still totally freaked out.
I had that happen one time and I called the gas company when it happened. Bella was a tiny baby at the time so I was worried she was going to die from the gas in the house. They told me the only danger was an explosion but that it’s not dangerous at all to have the gas in the house. The amount of gas it takes to suffocate is tremendous.