Saturday night I was going to bed when I started smelling smoke. I asked my husband, "do you smell smoke?" He said no, but checked a few things to make me happy. I still smelled smoke when I went to bed, and had a real hard time sleeping.
When I woke the next morning, the very first thing I heard a voice say, "The refrigerator." I grumbled half awake "What, about it?" The voice said, "MOVE IT!" Well, that woke me up.
I told my husband that we need to move the refrigerator. He is used to me doing and saying weird things, and he knows better than not doing what I ask. Sure enough, when we moved the fridge there was a one foot burn mark on the linoleum, and the floor was very hot.
The back of the fridge was caked with dust, and so were all the vents. I mean, ten years of yuk. I am not the best housecleaner in the world, and I never knew you're supposed to vacuum the fridge!
I am hoping that cleaning the dust will solve the problem. I don't really want to buy a new fridge.