Yesterday, the entire campus recieved this email at approximately 3 pm:
"During routine maintenance in the basement of an unoccupied campus house, a Facilities Services staff member found a very old grenade. He alertly followed emergency protocols, and Police and Fire departments were notified.
As a precautionary measure, a bomb squad has been called in to safely remove the grenade. There is no need for alarm nor a call to evacuate campus at this time. I will be in contact with the Police Chief until the process is complete."
really.
a bomb squad.
There are no unoccupied houses on campus. Our housing directors are turning study rooms into dorm rooms because people need places to live.
It could have been any house.
Heck, it could have been my house.
And um, why a grenade? You don't just buy those things at Target and then forget about them.
Makeup? Brita filters? Coffee Mate? Socks? All yes.
Grenades? Not so much.
The roomie and I were on the floor, laughing hysterically.
This occured less than 24 hours after the incident in which someone set a sponge on fire in a microwave, and no less than eight fire trucks showed up to contain the fire in a dorm hall.
For those of you interested, microwaving is a perfectly normal way to disinfect the common kitchen sponge.
Ten to fifteen seconds is an acceptable time to kill germs.
At four minutes and thirty seconds a sponge will burst into flames.
Just a heads up.
Have a lovely weekend.
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