And the sparks flew….

We’d been smelling something funny off and on, but couldn’t figure out what it was.

Perhaps something had fallen to the bottom of the dishwasher and melted, but there was nothing.

Maybe that last batch of popcorn I popped had burned. On closer inspection not one back kernel was found.

I was trying to reset the garbage disposal when I noticed it. The sparks. The smoke. The (yikes!) fire.

It’s a creepy feeling when you try and flip an electrical switch to ‘off’ and the appliance just keeps running….and flaming.

I got a quick lesson in how to read all the little buttons in the downstairs electrical box as I ran down the stairs, flipped a switch, ran back up the stairs only to hear the garbage disposal STILL going, running back down the stairs to flip another switch until the garbage disposal finally stopped and the sparks and flames finally died out.

Reed was at church during this. I had yelled to McCall to hurry and text him to come home and he came right away. It’s a sweet feeling to know you have back-up when you need it.

Reed will be fixing the plug in box and upgrading the wall outlet so that (hopefully) this won’t happen again.

Just in case though, the next time I smell smoke I’ll know right where to look.