Through my temporarily thin walls I hear, "Come here. I can't tell where it's coming from."
I think, "Crap." I slip on my boots and beat it out to where the guys are working. "You can't tell where what is coming from?"
"It's not good. There's smoke and I can't tell where it's coming from."
Back in the house I go to wrangle the kids. Yep, there's smoke in the kitchen. Not a lot, but some. I check above and below and there aren't any interior signs of a problem. The guys keep tearing off the old insulation, hoping to get a better look. It seems to be coming from the floor cavity.
I don't need this!
(And as I write, we still don't know what is up. Oh yeah, and teh power is out in my kitchen and living room and we can't figure out why.)
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Yikes! Did they find our what it was? I cannot even imagine listening to pounding non-stop. It makes me cringe just reading about it.
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