After the possum fiasco, I thought we'd be clear of adventures at the Jernagan household for a while. Or maybe I just hoped.
So the first day it got cold (about 2 weeks ago), our house was 58 degrees. It's always seemed strange to me that a temp that feels perfectly fine outside feels absolutely frigid inside. Can someone who understands science better than I do please explain this phenomenon?
But anyway, we decided to turn on the furnace. I hate turning it on and just feeling those high gas bills rolling in, but this needed to be done.
So I turn it on and the furnace makes this wonderful grinding sound it always makes when firing up. But after about a minute, the air comes out and it's cold.
I try again. It's still cold.
At this time, I start cursing and kicking stuff.
I try again. Apparently the foul words didn't help.
Instead of seeking a solution, I choose to go back to sleep until time for work in the afternoon. Better to refuse to deal with something than to shell out cash on fixing a new furnace.
So the next day rolls around, and I hope against all odds the stupid thing's working. Of course, it isn't.
Finally, I break down and call for a furnace guy to come out.
When he shows up, he takes off the cover and I can tell the wheels are immediately turning. He watches it try to light, then turns off the switch.
He takes off the distributor and cleans out the end of the pipe with a screwdriver. Apparently, on my brand of furnace, spiders like to climb in that little hole and build a web in there. In some cases, they block it entirely. In others, like ours, a little gas gets through, but not enough to actually heat your house above 64 degrees.
So, knowing the solution, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, I had a working furnace. On the other, I just shelled out good money for a freakin' spider!
I'm really done with animals, whether they be four-legged or eight.