Is that a firetruck? Any memorable "First night" stories?
Last week my sister officially finished their home and were finally planning to relax after moving all day. Moving just down the road from us it was to see their cars in the driveway and the front porch light on, a short time later I happened to notice the flickering of red and blue lights. Quickly I looked out to window to see a firetruck and ambulance crew and rushed to the phone to find out what happened. Turns out their oven had never been converted to propane fuel and basically when they tried to use it a small fireball erupted and CO2 detectors went off-as a precaution they called fire to be safe. I was sure to grab 6-pack and lawn chair and laugh at the new neighbors while I capture the memories for later. Anyone have any similar first night stories?
As a sidenote-the first night in their previous home they were awoken by numerous bats circling the room as they struggled to find the light switch in the new place.