Woke up at 6:55am to the smell of cooked wire insulation and smoke. Got my wife and kids up. The majority of the house just had a haze and smelled badly of some shit smoldering. Went upstairs to investigate...about the same, until I opened this door and WOOF: a fuckton o smoke, enough to shit a brick. I wasn't about to go all Crocodile Hunter and look for flickering flames as the copious amount of smoke I encountered was enough to freak me out. Told my wife to take the kids/dog/rabbit to my parents house, I dialed the fire department while grabbing laptops, guitars, and my amp to run out to the garage. Figured if worse case scenario, I'd better get the most importants out. Called the fire department at about 7:10, they showed up by 7:15 (impressive, IMO).
In the first image, you can see them climbing on my roof, to where they batted one of our chimneys off the house looking for a point of origin, yet it was on the other end of the house.
Fire department showing up promtly.
Where the fire was primarily, hence the firefighters chopped through to get to it and make sure it was all out.
The lovely mess made in the process.
The most fucked up thing about it is my wife's house burned down 7 years ago on this same day! When she said that, my balls jumped into my throat.
In the first image, you can see them climbing on my roof, to where they batted one of our chimneys off the house looking for a point of origin, yet it was on the other end of the house.
Fire department showing up promtly.
Where the fire was primarily, hence the firefighters chopped through to get to it and make sure it was all out.
The lovely mess made in the process.
The most fucked up thing about it is my wife's house burned down 7 years ago on this same day! When she said that, my balls jumped into my throat.