Paranoia and doing the dishes.

After a little mini crash last night, I actually made it to bed at a decent time.  After a few hours of sleep, I woke up to the distinct and highly disturbing smell of melted plastic filling my home.

Crap, that can’t be good.

I inherited a highly sensitive nose from my mother.  She can smell cockroaches in the walls.  I can smell hot metal (I almost caused a roommate to burn her nose when we were walking out the door, and I mentioned that it smelled like someone left a curling iron on.  She checked, and it was hers.  She wanted to know what I smelled, and ended up holding the curling iron a quarter of an inch from her nose before she could smell it.  That terrified me.) Anyway, because I have this sensitive nose, I wasn’t really sure how bad the situation was.  I tried to sniff out the source of the smell, but it was so pervasive, that I couldn’t find it.

Okay, so, on to find the likely culprits.

The furnace: I’d turned it off during the day, and just turned it back on before going to bed.  I’d been running it all winter without any problems, and don’t have anything plastic stored in the utility room.  Still, I shut it off just in case. I didn’t want to get dressed, and checking the furnace means going out to the breezeway.

Air Purifier: My sister, in a move calculated to make me jealous, bought a Rainbow vacuum cleaner.  As a favor to her, I sat through the demonstration, but couldn’t afford a $1,500 vacuum, and really couldn’t justify it if I could.  As a consolation prize, Sis gave me the air purifier that came with her vacuum.   I run it almost constantly, and put some essential oils in the water so it will freshen the air as well.  Sometimes, after the oil has degraded a bit, the smell changes.  Like, when I thought I was smelling maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal, and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. (I hate instant oatmeal, and maple and brown sugar is the worst flavor in my book)  It was the orange and clove oil that I had put in the air purifier the day before.   I couldn’t figure out how my favorite combination of lavender and lemon could turn into melted plastic, but that was a possibility.  Off went the air purifier until further notice.

The dishwasher:

I started a load of dishes right before I went to bed, and wondered if I had melted something in the dishwasher.  I checked, and I didn’t put anything plastic on the bottom rack, so I let it be.

The computer:

I got my computer used a couple of years ago, and it gets really hot sometimes, but only if it’s been running.  I always shut the cover, putting it to sleep when I’m finished using it, so I didn’t think it was a likely suspect, but I checked anyway.

The battery charger, the DVD player, various other electronics with plastic housing:

I wandered around my living room and kitchen, touching electronics and home appliances with plastic housings, to see if any of them were hot.  Nothing.

Maybe something outside:

It’s not uncommon for random smells from outside to make their way into my home, so I stuck my head out onto the patio and took a big whiff.  Well, it was cold and raining and definitely smelled better than inside, so the smell was most likely coming from my house, or one of my neighbors.

After a good half hour searching, I couldn’t find the source of the smell, but it was beginning to dissipate anyway.  By this point, I was too wound up to get back to sleep, so I sat up and read for a bit, before deciding that I was thirsty.

Now, I’ve discovered that I drink more water when I have it nearby then when I have to go into the kitchen to get a glass, I have a plastic pitcher, similar to the one shown to the left, that I’ve dedicated to water.  I can keep it and a glass close by, and doing so increases my water consumption dramatically.  I have sensitive teeth, so I don’t like ice water, and water in the fridge absorbs the various yucky fridge smells, and ruins the point of filtering it in the first place, so I actually prefer my water to be room temperature.

Well, I put Crystal Lite in my water pitcher recently, and, in an attempt to curb my sweet tooth, decided that I needed to go back to plain old water.  I washed the pitcher part by hand, but since I was starting a load of dishes anyway, put the lid in the dishwasher.

Have you figured out the source of the mystery smell yet?

While filling up the pitcher in the sink, I went to retrieve the lid from the dishwasher.  I found the blue part, but the green part had gone missing.   And then I saw it:

The green flippy thing had fallen off the top rack of the dishwasher, and gotten lodged under the heating element.  It had melted in two:

So, mystery solved.  My water pitcher is now sans green flippy thing, but my house isn’t going to burn down around me.  I turned the heat back on, and am on my way back to bed.

The moral of the story is:  Corianne shouldn’t do dishes.   Wait.  That doesn’t sound quite right…

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2 responses to “Paranoia and doing the dishes.”

  1. Sis says :

    You’re right, I bought a Rainbow just to make you jealous. I can’t believe you figured it out! Too funny!
    Sadly I’m losing my sense of smell. Dunno, maybe that’s a good thing living in a house full of boys. I can’t believe your roomie almost burnt her nose trying to smell her curling iron!

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