We immediately thought "Tornado!" but the weather channels said nothing. And it isn't really tornado weather around here lately, although you never know.
I flipped through local channels. What would a siren at two in the morning mean besides a tornado? Nuclear war? A terrorist attack? What!?
We looked outside and saw all the neighbors had their lights on. Clearly, they'd heard the siren, too. It must mean something!
Michael called the local police. And got a recording. Hmph. I looked up the number for the county police department. (I wouldn't let him call 911--it wasn't an emergency. At least, not yet!)
There, we found our answer. Apparently, the local fire department is completely volunteer, so when there's a fire or emergency they need to respond to, the siren goes off to let them know.
So it was a false alarm--well, maybe not false. More like... misleading, or at least, misunderstood. Because this is apparently a one-size-fits-all-siren sort of town.
At least now we know where to call when it goes off to find out if it's a fire...or a terrorist attack...or nuclear war.
Good to know!