”It” started to beep mid-day Tuesday. Handsome Hubby first heard the sound after the carpet cleaners left. It wasn’t super loud, but it was shrill. And it was constant.

The noise was more than a beep. More of a high-pitched eek. A shriek. A cross between chalk grating across a blackboard and the soul-crushing cry of a three-year-old who has just had a lollipop taken away.

The sound penetrated your skull, shattered your concentration, and frayed your nerves beyond tolerance. Read more