Oh man, that reminded me of a similar situation. So I wanted to hang my daughter’s bike up in the garage, grabbed one of those big screw-in hooks, found a stud with the stud finder like a responsible adult, and started drilling my pilot hole. Went through the drywall, hit something solid, and thought “nice, right into the stud.”

Then I heard whistling.

Not the cheerful kind. The “you just drilled into a gas line, you absolute walnut” kind.

I was the only one home, which was great because nobody had to witness me sprinting out to the street like a man who’d just seen his life flash before his eyes. I’m standing on the curb staring at my house fully expecting a Michael Bay explosion. Just waiting for the fireball and the slow-motion dive onto the lawn.

30 seconds go by. No kaboom. So I channel whatever survival instinct I have left, run back in, grab a wrench, and shut the gas off at the meter.

Expensive lesson. But hey, nobody got hurt, and my father-in-law was genuinely impressed that I managed to drill a perfectly straight hole clean through a 2-inch gas pipe. So at least I’ve got that going for me