Something very strange happened last night.
The heater turned on. By itself.
At like 4 in the morning, I woke up and heard the heater going. So I woke Dave up and asked him why he turned on the heater. I mean, it’s starting to cool down these days, but not enough to justify using the heater. His response? “I didn’t.” Well, I sure didn’t turn it on.
WTF?
I was too tired to get up and verify that I was indeed hearing the heater, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up at 9a, it was feeling pretty cozy and I remembered about the heater. Sure enough, it was set to 70 degrees. Dave and I talked it over, and we both know for certain that we didn’t turn it on.
WTF?
I’m convinced that a giant spider crawled to the little lever and dropped down from a web – its weight being heavy enough to move the dial to 70 degrees.
It’s the only logical explanation.
Unless you have a better theory?