I heard this weird hissing static-y white noise sound when I got up this morning. I thought maybe it was coming from one of our computer speakers in the front room. Nope. It sounded like it was coming from outside, so I peeked out the window. Nothing. Further investigation required real clothes, so I mentioned it to Chris and went about getting myself and Beckett ready for the day.
At one point, we were all in Finn’s room gently encouraging him to get out of bed. You could hear the noise just as loud in there. Chris decided he had to figure it out NOW since you could hear it from every room of the house, so he went outside to explore. A few minutes later he came in and asked if I knew the number for the gas company. I told him I could find it, and asked if he thought we had a leak. (Read: OMG, DO WE NEED TO GET OUT NOW!) He calmly replied, “No, but it looks like the neighbor’s gas meter was knocked over and is leaking. Do you think I should just call 911 instead?” Um, yeah, I think 911 is good.
Meanwhile, I got the boys ready quickly just in case we needed to evacuate. (We didn’t) After he got off the phone and back from warning the gassy neighbors and telling them what the 911 instructions were, he told me that he had heard a loud noise outside as he was going to bed last night. I was already asleep with Beckett, so I hadn’t really heard the noise or I would have insisted on checking it out then. We think that must have been when whatever happened, happened.
From our front porch I could see that not only was the gas meter completely broken off (I couldn’t even see it anywhere in the yard), but their big, brick mailbox was also broken in half and lying in two pieces, one way up in the yard. There was no sign of whatever vehicle did it. I don’t know how something could have done that kind of damage and been able to drive away. I also don’t understand how they didn’t know the gas was leaking or why they wouldn’t have called about it last night. There’s no way they didn’t hear all of that going on in their front yard.
Anyway, by the time we left for school, the fire department had already stopped the leak and someone from the gas company was there assessing the damage. There’s a backhoe over there now to dig up and repair the line.
I really wish I had taken some pictures. It wouldn’t have been weird if I had thought to grab my camera when the police had the road blocked and the fireman was stopping the leak. Now I would just be the creepy neighbor taking pictures of the crazy happening in their front lawn.