The Great White Hunter has become obsessed with YouTube. Several months ago, he realized you could learn just about anything on YouTube. He spends hours watching the shows of the men and women who live off the grid and build log cabins in the wilds of Canada or Montana or Wyoming, invariably where it is cold and snowing. I think he secretly would like to be one of them.
Not too long ago, he came on a solution to rehab the motorcycle battery, saving him $100. It seemed to work pretty well, at least he was able to get the battery charged and the cycle started. Then he decided to try to find a solution to the rechargeable batteries of his cordless tools not charging. He worked on and off for a week or so trying to take the batteries apart and last I’d heard, he hadn’t been successful.
To be honest, I don’t pay much attention to what he watches in his man-cave, any more than he pays attention to what I watch in the living room. But I do have to say since lunchtime often comes around the same time as “The Bold and the Beautiful” I have gotten him to watch that with me. He has a problem keeping who’s who straight though.
And to be honest, again, I generally don’t pay too much attention to what he is piddling with as he goes from the basement workroom to his workbench in the garage. This is what he had been doing yesterday.
I’m one of those people who has to get up several times during the night to answer mother nature’s call. I woke up around 1:30 a.m., went to the bathroom, and as I got ready to crawl back into bed, I thought I smelled something. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was I was smelling. I knew it was something I’d smelled before, but it wouldn’t come to me. I walked out into the hall to sniff the air near the attic fan, but I didn’t smell anything there. I went back into the bedroom, sniffed again and thought I no longer smelled anything. I went back to bed and didn’t think anything more about it.
This morning when The Great White Hunter brought me a cup of coffee, he sat down on the bed and said “I really screwed up…I was trying to get the battery to charge and I forgot I had it on charge all night…it melted and burned a hole in the workbench and the garage is filled with smoke.” OMG. Burning wires. That’s what I smelled.
We were so very lucky. It could have been so much worse. There are so many “ifs” running through my mind. But more than “ifs” is the “thank yous.” that it wasn’t any worse than it is. There’s a hole in the workbench and the garage reaks of smoke and unfortunately, so does my car which was parked inside. We’re airing it all out now and there’s nothing more that we can do, just wait for the smell (hopefully) to go away.
This is definitely a lesson The Great White Hunter learned the hard way. Not everything you learn on YouTube has a happy ending.