Reading these stories reminds me of years ago when I first moved into the house where I currently live. I had bought the second house for sale in the sub-division and the builder was having problems with thieves breaking into the houses under construction and steeling appliances and what ever they could get their hands on. The day before I moved in, someone had gone in my new house and stole all the internal doors and all the shelves out of the closets and pantry. So on moving day I was a little agitated to say the least. We got all moved in and the last chore of the day was to install the brand new refrigerator and hook up the icemaker. Quite a treat for us because we had never had a refrigerator with an icemaker before. After a hard day of moving the whole family went up stairs to bed. About 1:00 in the morning I wake up thinking that I hear noises coming from down stairs. I get up and check that the wife is still in bed asleep and I check the kid’s room and they both are in their beds sleeping. Sooo, I am thinking to myself, whoever that is downstairs stumbling around is going to be in for a big surprise as I slip a load of 00 buck in the old 12 gauge. Dressed only in my drawers I creep down stairs to confront the intruders. I get as far as the family room and stop to listen for telltale noises to give me some clues as to where they might be. I hadn’t turned on any lights partly because I didn’t want to spoil the element of surprise plus the whole rear of the house is dimly lit from a full moon shinning through the windows without drapes. While I am standing there straining to catch every sound there came a crash bang rumble out of the kitchen. Every hair on my body stood straight up and I was tingling all over from the massive load of adrenalin that had just hit my system. I quickly make it to the dinning room and step into the kitchen with the shotgun held ready at the waist. I am fully expecting to see an intruder. I stand there for a second straining to catch a sound or movement when there was this click and swoosh sound right beside me. I turned and lit off the old 12 gauge. I turned on the lights and learned that I had just killed my brand new refrigerator. Like I said before I never had a refrigerator with an icemaker before. Apparently the noise I heard when I first came down stairs was the icemaker dumping a load of ice into the empty ice bucket. When the valve came on to refill the ice trays that was the sound that spelled the demise of my new appliance. Thirty-five years later my wife and kids tell that story at every opportunity about how daddy shot the new refrigerator.