Perhaps that is an exaggeration. Nobody nearly pegged it or died. But that is how it felt in the dark of the middle of the night when plunged in to perceived peril.
It’s 3am, you’re woken by a fizzing pop sound near your head, the lamp which you normally leave on is dark, the radio you normally leave playing through the night is silent and in your stupor you wonder why the alarm won’t tell you the time.
Gosh darn it. Something’s up with the electricity.
You reach for the extension socket and can’t get it out of the confined space in which it lives.
You pull your bed away from the wall with the lack of grace so profound that scientists are starting to write papers on the absence of grace as a contributing factor in String Theory.
Your hand gets stuck behind the headboard so you have a little middle of the night panic. The hand is free at last so you try again unplugging the surge protector finally.
Yanking cables and trying not to drop items off of the bedside table ensues. It does not go well.
So, in the dark you find your way across the room to see if the light switch works and do a happy dance when it does.
You determine that happy dancing at 3.05am is not a beautiful sight to anyone but you so you calm down a little.
Walking back to the socket area you crack your knee on the out of place bedframe but don’t cuss anything worse than “for the love of Sundays” which is a great replacement cuss, it has all the cadence and resonance of something far more cussy, it is very satisfying.
Back at the socket you find and release the surge protector from its captivity and notice that the little surge light is the culprit for the fizzle pop – it looks bedraggled and burned out, having done its job admirably and the switch has fallen off.
More growling sounds from you and trapped hands behind the headboard later, we find a spare socket for the alarm clock and set that little beast in luminous neon Star Trek blue so that it can wake you in a couple of hours now.
You discard the spent surge protector.
You muse that thank heavens you heard the fizzle pop sound through your dreams and responded otherwise your family would likely have slept until noon without interruption.
You worry that your house is going to burn down and that you shouldn’t have taken the battery out of the smoke alarm when you cooked sausages yesterday.
You vow to learn to cook sausages without having to have an evacuation procedure in place.
You stare at the clock for a while to make sure that the numbers change as they should, you nod off.