Pretty much had the scariest moment of my life yesterday. I had just gotten home from, went into the basement to throw a load of laundry in, and when I came upstairs I smelled smoke. A couple minutes later, my downstairs is filling with smoke and my alarms are going off like mad. I can't find a fire anywhere, so I assumed it was in the walls or something. I grab the dog and am frantically looking for the cat as the amount of smoke continues to increase. I finally found the fucker hiding in the bedroom TV cabinet and got the fuck out of the house.
My asshole neighbor started a fire in his yard that got out of control and set his deck ablaze. There was so much smoke it was coming into my house.