This is pure sitcom gold 😂 You’ve got the tension, the absurdity, and the perfectly timed pillow swat.
It was midnight when my husband noticed a blinking device on the ceiling. Convinced it was a hidden camera, he heroically covered it with a towel. We went to bed feeling safe—until 2 a.m., when the front door burst open. The Airbnb owner stormed in, panting, furious, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt that made everything even more surreal.
“That’s a *fire alarm*, you idiots!” he yelled. Apparently, the system alerted him the moment we covered it.
My husband and I blinked in sync, horrified. “We thought it was a camera,” I mumbled.
The owner laughed—bitterly. “If I wanted to spy on you, don’t you think I’d pick somewhere less obvious than the *middle of the ceiling*?”
Fair point.
He explained how dangerous it was to cover the alarm—if there’d been a fire, we might not have made it out. Suddenly, our ‘genius’ move seemed a lot less clever.
Before leaving, he groaned, “Just leave it alone.” We promised. Profusely.
And no, we did *not* mention this in our review.
**Lesson?** Paranoia is okay. Being cautious is smart. But maybe don’t jump straight to illegal surveillance. Especially if it’s blinking… because that usually means it’s working.
Lesson *definitely* learned.
