When my furnace started making sounds I figured it was on its last life.
It was only a matter of time before the heating equipment quit on me.
Thankfully I researched online before calling a heating business. I looked all over to find out why my heater was making a rattling noise. I figured there was a major part inside the heater that was loose. Maybe a piece had broken off and was jumping around inside. Instead I found that the most likely culprit was either a loose squirrel cage or the ductwork was not properly attached. The issue for me was the air duct to furnace connection. There was a small gap and when the heater ran, it bumped into the ductwork. I simply took some tape and affixed the two pieces together. Now my sound is all gone. I would have been so embarrassed to have an HVAC contractor over for that heater repair. It would have taken the guy like 10 minutes and I am sure he would have charged me for the full service appointment. I kept reading online and found that noises with the heater is not always a major thing. Typically it means screws are loose or too tight. Sometimes it is the heater not installed properly. All the fixes for sounds were very simple and cheap. Next time I hear a noise with the heater, I won’t freak out as much. Hopefully I have fixed the furnace system for good though. The last thing I want to do is mess with the ductwork again.
Heat pump maintenance
When I was in college I lived in the dorms on the third floor.
The third floor was the worst for many reasons.
Climbing the many flights of stairs got to be really old and carrying groceries stunk. I also hated that the heat rose to the third floor. No matter the season, it felt like I had a furnace right in my room. The windows only opened a crack and portable AC was not allowed. My roommate and I both agreed to sneak in air conditioning though. If we did not utilize any AC, we would have been hot and sweaty all year. In the summer the first floor ran the cooling system. That floor was sub zero temperatures. All the heated air then would rise and stay on the third floor. The sunshine would come in through the windows. I had to run our portable cooling device in order to not sweat to death. It did not seem to matter how low the first floor AC was, it never reached us. In the winter the heater was on the first floor too. The same thing happened with the heated air though. All the heating rose to the upper floor while below was freezing cold. Everybody loved to say how lucky us third floor girls were in the winter. My roommate and I would wear shorts and tank tops in the middle of winter. On particularly cold days when the heater was cranked, we ran our little AC unit. You would think the dorms could have come up with a better HVAC situation than the one we had.
Heating and cooling equipment
My husband Jacob and I tease that our home was a wreck when we first moved in. We did a lot of renovating. We tore the floor tiles up and found tons of dead bugs underneath. We cleaned behind the boiler and found several complete rodent skeletons. The worst was when we took down the wall in the home office. We were just pounding away at the wall with crowbars, concerned with nothing but avoiding electric lines. Suddenly the wall came crumbling down and we saw a giant beehive. The hive was bigger than a basketball. It was busy with active honey bees and they were super unhappy about being disturbed. They flew around us and filled the home office. Jacob and I ran out of the home and were stuck outside. We checked through the window, and the bees just were not calming down. We weren’t comfortable with trying to remove that giant hive and battling so many bees. I ended up contacting a bee removal service to help us out. The process of removing the bees was fascinating. The team arrived all dressed up in full gear, with tons of equipment and knew exactly what to do. The lead guy explained to us that they hoped to relocate the bees rather than kill them. Bees are essential for the environment and honey farms are eager to get more bees. The bee relocation team was delighted by the giant hive. They handled the hive so carefully and caught all the bees.
I am the manager of a marketing team.
We have an office building that is fairly new, super modern and located right in the middle of the city.
It’s really impressive. There’s only one complaint. For some reason the bees like to build a nest inside the light fixture located right by the office entrance. A couple of times per year, my staff calls me because they can’t get in the building. The light is situated quite high up off the ground. I would need to find a ladder in order to spray the bees. Also, the bees get angry when I spray them. I don’t want to climb up and get stung. I now have a solution that works every time. I keep the number for a bee relocation service programmed into my contact. I have gotten to know the secretary, owner and bee removal team leader quite well. I call them up and explain that the bees are back. The bee removal team show up within the hour. They put one guy up on a lift to sprays the light fixture. They aren’t killing the bees but calming them. They use a device that looks like a vacuum cleaner hose and suck up the bees. The put them in the bin so the bees can be transported to a honey farm. The same guy then cleans the debris from the light. The bee company does a thorough job, and they’re affordable. I am lucky I can count on them to take care of the problem.
When I was a kid, one of the most frightening things I ever saw was bees flying up out of the ground.
I was playing tag in my backyard with my cousins.
I remember stepping on what felt like a soft spot. When I lifted up my foot, tons of bees suddenly flew out of the ground and swarmed me. I screamed and ran around the yard getting chased by bees. I eventually made it back to the house without getting stung. There were tons of bees flying around the backyard. My mother hired a bee removal service to resolve the problem. It can be impossible to get rid of bees safely as a homeowner. My mom was afraid to go out and spray them. I remember the bee removal team were dressed in head covers with full on suits. At first, I thought they were carrying some type of guns but they had wands to spray something that soothes the bees. They dug up the ground a bit in order to get to where the bees had nested. We learned that ground nesting bees aren’t overly aggressive. The bee removal team explained to my mother that they wanted to relocate the bees rather than destroy them. They planned to move them to a honey farm where their honey would be gathered and sold. My mother and I were both happy with the idea of the bees getting a new home. We wrote down the contact information for the honey farm and even purchased honey from them a few times. We hoped that the honey came from our bees.
My wife, Angela is allergic to bees.
If Angela gets stung, she immediately swells up and needs to be rushed to the hospital. She and I run an apple orchard, and we’re outside and exposed to the bees all the time. Angela should carry an epipen but always forgets. The worst situation we had with her reaction was when Angela and I were young. We spent the day on her brother’s boat, riding around the lake. We were quite a distance away from shore when Angela’s brother and I noticed a number of yellow jackets in the boat. We figured out that the yellow jackets had built themselves quite a sizeable nest in the lower deck of the boat. After we disturbed them, the bees were flying all around us. Angela’s brother, his wife and I tried to contain the bees. When I get stung, it’s not a problem. Yellow jackets are a particularly mean type of bee that wants to sting. I simply was trying to offer myself to the bees to protect Angela. A yellow jacket managed to sting me once. Angela’s brother got nailed twice and his wife also got stung right on the arm. Angela tried hiding way at the opposite end of the boat but the bees flew straight toward her. It’s like they knew she would suffer the most. She stung on the chest and we needed to get her some medicine. Her brother drove his boat as fast as possible. We rushed Angela to the hospital where they were able to give her a shot to slow down the swelling. Thankfully she was fine in the end. We then had to deal with removing the bee nest from the boat.
Honey bee help
I have been battling carpenter bees on my porch since I moved in.
The bees have tried to claim ownership of the porch since day one.
I was not willing to just permit the bees to take possession of the porch. Whenever I noticed a bee, I would gram a broom and either swat at them away or use the end of a broom handle to smoosh them. The more bees or nests it found, the more frequently I would spray them with bee killer. I was convinced I was making real progress with getting rid of the bees. Then I had to go away on a business trip for almost a week. When I returned, the carpenter bees had taken over the porch. There were all sorts of holes where the bees had tunneled into the wood. I saw tons of nests all over the ceiling and along the walls of the porch. I hoped I could kill them like usual. As soon as I started, the bees attacked me and chased me off of the porch. I was left with no other choice but to call a bee removal service. Shortly after I made the call, the guys arrived. I had thought I’d called a bee exterminator. The bee removal service was more concerned with safely removing and relocating the bees. They told me how bees are essential for the environment and necessary to pollinate for a lot of different plants. The team of guys were like gentle hippies that cared about the bees. I decided not to mention how I had been spraying and killing the bees for months. The professional bee removal service took care of the bees and relocated them.
Yellow Jacket Extermination
That scared myself and others because the people I was with and I hadn’t had our gas furnace system checked out by an Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional before the people I was with and I turned it on for the year
The other afternoon, the temperature outside was really cold, but the weather had been cooling off for a few weeks, but on this certain afternoon, the people I was with and I decided that the people I was with and I needed to go ahead & turn up the control component so that the heating system would turn on; I really didn’t want to turn our gas furnace on yet, because in the part of the country where the people I was with and I live, it feels like our winters last forever. I wasn’t really ready to beginning paying all of the heating bills that I knew were coming my way over the winter. Well, I finally gave up & the people I was with and I turned up the control component because my child kept complaining about the home being so chilly inside. I turned up the control component & after that the people I was with and I left for work. When I left, the heating had just kicked on & it felt like there was sizzling air coming through the heating vents on the floor & ceiling. I went ahead & went to labor & a few minutes later, I got a cellphone call from my daughter, however at first I couldn’t understand what she was saying because she sounded pretty upset, however finally, she told myself and others that the heating vents were blowing black smoke through the air registers & that the whole home odored weird. That scared myself and others because the people I was with and I hadn’t had our gas furnace system checked out by an Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional before the people I was with and I turned it on for the year. I told my child to turn the control component completely off & open up all the windows. Then I called our local Heating, Ventilation and A/C supplier & asked them to send someone out to check out our gas furnace right away.
All the fixes for sounds were easily self-explanatory plus cheap
When our oil furnace started making sounds I figured it was on its last life. It was only a matter of time before the heating equipment quit on me. Thankfully I researched online before calling a heating business. I looked all over to find out why our oil furnace was making a rattling noise. I figured there was a major section inside the oil furnace that was loose. Maybe a piece had broken off plus was jumping around inside. Instead I found that the most likely culprit was either a loose squirrel cage or the HVAC duct was not always connected. The issue for me was the HVAC duct to oil furnace connection. There was a small gap plus when the oil furnace ran, it bumped into the HVAC duct. I simply took some tape plus connected the several pieces together. Now our sound is all gone. I would have been so embarrassed to have an Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C contractor over for that oil furnace repair. It would have taken the guy love 10 hours plus I am sure he would have charged me for the full service appointment. I kept studying online plus found that noises with the oil furnace is not always a major thing. Typically it means screws are loose or too tightâ€¦ Sporadically it is the oil furnace not installed always. All the fixes for sounds were easily self-explanatory plus cheap. Next time I hear a noise with the heater, I won’t freak out as much! Hopefully I have fixed the oil furnace method for good though. The last thing I want to do is mess with the HVAC duct again.
I’m sure my mom never felt that way, but the lawyer could have chosen better words to speak to 12 and 13 year old kids
When my brother and I were 12 and 13, our parents decided to get a divorce. They were fighting for a long time before they made the decision. My brother and I still remember lots of nights when they would argue and fight until the early hours of the morning. My brother and I missed a lot of days of school, because we never slept well for our parents slept too late. My brother and I were sad when they got a divorce, but our life got much better. One of the worst parts that I remember from the divorce was having to choose where to live. The divorce lawyer sat us down in a small, cold, and dark room. The table was made of marble and the chairs seemed large and heavy. My brother and I were scared, and the divorce lawyer certainly didn’t make us feel much better. My brother wanted to live with my dad, but I wanted to live with my mom. After months and months of litigation, the divorce lawyer set us down in a room and told us that our mom won us. I remember those words that the divorce lawyer said and they still ring in my head to this day. I’m sure my mom never felt that way, but the lawyer could have chosen better words to speak to 12 and 13 year old kids. My brother and I are much older now and we have a great relationship with both of our parents. Even though we lived with our Mom, Dad still visited us all the time. Luckily, our mom and dad are much better parents separately then they ever were together.