911! This is the only acceptable answer in this situation. For those of you who follow me on instagram, you probably noticed that we had a little excitement in my neighborhood last weekend, and I meant to write about it earlier I promise. The blogiversary and difficulty with photoshop put me on hold though.
It was Sunday afternoon, one of the few where we actually watched television. We were catching up on the DVR when we heard a loud pop sound outside. The power went out. I explained that it sounded like someone had hit a nearby poll or a transformer had blown, but we were more than surprised when we stepped outside to find a downed power line. The neighbors yard was aflame. The entire neighborhood was out.
The truth is that nothing ever brings the neighborhood out anywhere like a loud noise or sirens. We were able to meet a lot of people that I’d probably never seen even outside, and we all wished it was under better circumstances. My advice to everyone is to take a moment out and meet your neighbors. You never know when you’re going to need them.
My other advice to you is to never ever under any circumstances touch a downed power line. This is dangerous to you and those around you. I was standing on the sidewalk yelling at anyone who was new on the street not to get closer, and I was terrified the minute one of the neighbors stepped into the yard with a dry towel ready to put out the flames. I kept yelling. I got a return yell about how the yard was on fire. I returned with it’s electrical please don’t touch it. I was not prepared to see someone die. Luckily for me, he listened and retreated back into his house.
I feel bad for the lady with the burnt yard, but I also know that it’s just grass. She can replace that with some new sod. Sure, it’ll cost some money, but it wasn’t her house. It wasn’t her car. It wasn’t her or one of her neighbors. The truth is that most of the things I just mentioned, other than people, are replaceable. I only mentioned them because they would have been far more expensive to replace than these small pieces of grass. I think we all said a little thank you for that.
It took a little while for the electricity to be turned off. The flames would get higher and higher every so often, and we were all worried. Then we finally stopped hearing the sizzle of the wires. The electrical was turned off at the source and the fire department was finally able to do their job.