Yesterday was a beautiful spring day and I decided to do my biennial application of teak oil to our wood patio furniture. 4 hours later, I put the can of teak oil back on a shelf in the garage. Our garage has a wall between the 2 bays with a window size opening in the wall. I placed the cotton rag I used to apply the teak oil on the opening with the intention of tossing it in the garbage when I put the trash out in a few hours.
Showered and was relaxing a bit, when we heard a beeping. After a moment of disorientation, I got up a smelled a faint odor of smoke. Headed up the stairs towards the beeping alarm and saw smoke. Yes, we freaked out. We immediately headed outside and noticed a lot of smoke coming from the garage and our attic vents. Called 911 (thank goodness for cell phones). 911 said the fire department was on the way and we were left watching smoke pour out of our home and thinking our house was going to burn down.
It seemed like an eternity (actually, more like 2 minutes) before we heard sirens and the first truck showed up. Within another minute there were 3 trucks and about 20 professional and voluntary (bless their souls) fire fighters. Opened the garage and we saw flames, yes, you guessed it, right where I left the rag. Apparently a teak oil soaked cotton rag can spontaneously combust. Boy, do I feel stupid.
They put the flames out quickly and spent the next 2 hours searching to make sure the garage and house was safe.
The firefighters were incredible, communicating with us throughout the ordeal. At one point they asked if there was access to the space above the garage. I said I’d show them where the access was in the house. The fire chief looked at me and said, “No you won’t.” No way they were letting me go in the house until they declared it safe.
Two neighbors down the street who we never met, stopped by to to offer help, including staying in their homes. Our next door neighbor who we are friendly with, we’re about to leave for a short vacation and gave us the code to their house in case we needed to stay there.
Thankfully, the house was safe and we spent the night in our house and immediately contacted our insurance company (they’ve been great) and our electrician (one breaker was tripped).
I never thought I would say there was a fire in our house but I think I’m lucky. But I am lucky.
Lucky that no one was hurt.
Lucky we were home when it happened.
Lucky that physical damage was limited to the garage.
Lucky to have great firefighters, professional AND volunteer.
Lucky to have great neighbors.
Lucky to have smoke detectors.
Lucky to have great insurance.
Lucky that God looks out for fools.