A different kind of twitter

This morning I was awakened by the dreaded chirping of a smoke detector with a low battery.  I did what anyone whose house is not on fire, nor is in imminent danger of being on fire, would do.  I unplugged the damn thing.  Ah, peace and quiet...*chirp*...*chirp*...I took the battery out of the smoke detector that was already unplugged and then put the empty, unplugged detector in the living room.

At last, I was able to get some much desired sleeping in time on my day off...*chirp*...*chirp*...I wrapped the wretched device in a towel and put it in my kitchen pantry.  That ought to do it.  Finally some beauty rest, 40 winks, log sawing time...*chirp*...*chirp*...what the hell kind of super-powered demon machine was this smoke detector?  Then I realized we have two in very close proximity to each other.  I mean seriously, we don't even need two in our whole apartment let alone two this close to each other:

"Hi-ho, neighbor Tim!"

Of course, it might be better said to say we "had" two smoke detectors in close proximity as they now both reside elsewhere.  Although, come to think of it, they are even closer to each other than they used to be:

 Is it ironic that they are next to hot sauce?

I'm on the fence about whether or not I am going to put them back as in my experience smoke detectors have done nothing but drain batteries and then chirp incessantly until I replace the batteries only to go through the process again.  If you want to smoke in our apartment, now's your chance.