Walk in your front door, go to the office to check the eggs due in 5 days and see the digital thermometer reading 177 degrees. Clutch chest, gasp, scream "Oh God no no no no no!!!!!! Oh God no!!! No way!!! This can't happen" over and over Open bator to see what 177 feels like in there, realize it's not that hot and close the darn thing again. 17 year old son runs into room with pants half up because he was in the bathroom when you started screaming. He looks at thermometer through window and tell you it must not be working right. You (the non-drinker) call your best friend and ask for a bottle of tequila. Calm down, reach in grab thermometer quickly and shove the spare in. It's 99.9. Call friend, cancel tequila, apologize profusely to son who says he'll never have a normal BM again.