Daughter Lise and I had been in the kitchen area for hours, then headed to bed. As I stepped into my bedroom, I heard that dreaded smoke alarm chirp. Another followed within half a minute, meaning we didn’t have much time until it would be sounding relentlessly through the night. There was no one we would call to help us, since it was nearing midnight. We flew into action. I got out a new battery as she tried to find a video to show her how to change it. Unfortunately, only newer models were shown. She climbed on the bed and began to poke and prod the unit. There was nothing to pull open. Finally, she pressed the right area, and a door opened so that she could slide out the old battery. Whew! It was simple to replace it. We thought we needed to test it, so I covered my ears as she pressed the button. That seemed to be all that needed to be done, and indeed, we heard no more chirps. Thank you, handy-woman Lise!

If I had been home alone, I would have gone to the furthest bedroom, closed the door, covered my head with a pillow, and tried to sleep. Thank heavens Lise saved me from that!