After a week in sunny Florida, I returned home on a bitter, February evening. I unlocked my door and to my surprise, I heard running water…????? Splosh, splosh my feet cried as a turned around and to see where the sound was coming from. I switched on the light and whipped open the laundry room door. The sound of rushing water grew louder as I approached the washing machine. I quickly wrestled the spewing water hose down and spun the handle on the water switch. Ugh. I thought as I looked down at the rusty connection.
I calmed myself down and went to do what I needed to do… use the bathroom. I switched the bathroom light only to find water dripping through my light fixture and the ceiling. Ugh an ice dam, I wondered.
I checked the rest of my house and found that everything was fine. Then I called my neighbors Bob and Kathy for advice and a wet vac. They came over with both and a sense of humor. Bob gave me a demo on the wet vac and treked out into the snow to assess the situation. Do I have great neighbors or what?