Strange Beeping in Dumpster
Last night Amanda and I were in bed when we noticed what sounded like a beeping coming from above us, or to the north in one of the other apartments. It sounded like a smoke detector, but it was far less predictable a beeping to be coming from a fire-alarming smoke detector. I threw a long-sleeve on and wandered out into the hallway/lobby? of the apartment complex trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.
Of course, if it was a smoke-detector, and it was in one of the currently unoccupied apartments, then I was going to pinpoint where it was and call DTN. Nothing could be pinpointed from inside...I stepped outside and noticed it was far louder.
I came back in to the apartment and grabbed my keys and headed back out into the rain to see if I could get an exact placement of this strange beeping. I walked around the side of the building and the beeping was far more pronounced and I assumed maybe it was coming from an alarm going off in a transformer, or meter or something. As I got close, no...it was coming from INSIDE THE DUMPSTER. The dumpster's top was open, but the sliding panels were closed. As I headed for the door I saw another resident from our complex asking what that noise was and I told him I didn't know but I was going to call somebody.
I came back in and informed Amanda of my discovery and we immediately became far more suspicious then we already were. We decided the most logical thing to do would be to call the police, even if it ended up being nothing...a strange semi-consistent beeping coming from a dumpster could mean it was time to call the bomb squad. Of course, as adults, we knew it probably was nothing, and we would be wasting a police officer's time, but we couldn't bring ourselves to make that decision without the help of local law enforcement. I called LPD and they sent out an officer. By the time he arrived, which was only about 4-5 minutes, wouldn't you know it, the beeping had stopped.
I explained everything and took him outside to the dumpster, and we started looking around. Immediately I noticed that the sliding door panels were now open. On the ground outside of the giant green receptacle was a small personal fire-detector, like the kind you'd buy at Walmart or Kmart, and it was sitting rather painfully on the ground with no battery attached looking like somebody may have beaten it some.
Our guess is that some resident couldn't handle the beeping either and rummaged through the trash and either took the battery out or just smashed the thing on the sidewalk. I suppose it could've been the person who brought the detector out to the trash in the first place and upon hearing the beeping realized he/she hadn't taken out the battery. Either way, this discovery left me quite relieved, the officer too, who was very nice the entire time despite my goofy paranoia.
He was on his way and I went inside to relax. Amanda and I tried to laugh it off, and eventually we went to bed.
Another night in Lansing.
Of course, if it was a smoke-detector, and it was in one of the currently unoccupied apartments, then I was going to pinpoint where it was and call DTN. Nothing could be pinpointed from inside...I stepped outside and noticed it was far louder.
I came back in to the apartment and grabbed my keys and headed back out into the rain to see if I could get an exact placement of this strange beeping. I walked around the side of the building and the beeping was far more pronounced and I assumed maybe it was coming from an alarm going off in a transformer, or meter or something. As I got close, no...it was coming from INSIDE THE DUMPSTER. The dumpster's top was open, but the sliding panels were closed. As I headed for the door I saw another resident from our complex asking what that noise was and I told him I didn't know but I was going to call somebody.
I came back in and informed Amanda of my discovery and we immediately became far more suspicious then we already were. We decided the most logical thing to do would be to call the police, even if it ended up being nothing...a strange semi-consistent beeping coming from a dumpster could mean it was time to call the bomb squad. Of course, as adults, we knew it probably was nothing, and we would be wasting a police officer's time, but we couldn't bring ourselves to make that decision without the help of local law enforcement. I called LPD and they sent out an officer. By the time he arrived, which was only about 4-5 minutes, wouldn't you know it, the beeping had stopped.
I explained everything and took him outside to the dumpster, and we started looking around. Immediately I noticed that the sliding door panels were now open. On the ground outside of the giant green receptacle was a small personal fire-detector, like the kind you'd buy at Walmart or Kmart, and it was sitting rather painfully on the ground with no battery attached looking like somebody may have beaten it some.
Our guess is that some resident couldn't handle the beeping either and rummaged through the trash and either took the battery out or just smashed the thing on the sidewalk. I suppose it could've been the person who brought the detector out to the trash in the first place and upon hearing the beeping realized he/she hadn't taken out the battery. Either way, this discovery left me quite relieved, the officer too, who was very nice the entire time despite my goofy paranoia.
He was on his way and I went inside to relax. Amanda and I tried to laugh it off, and eventually we went to bed.
Another night in Lansing.
