Death Of A Dehumidifier

Today our second dehumidifier, Little Terence Westinghouse, gave up the ghost on us. He'd been a dutiful device, chugging and whirring away for two years as he sucked all the excess moisture from the air in our apartment. But perhaps it was wrong to run him continuously for two years without a break, because at 8 this morning he shuddered and then spat out the bucket he usually collects water in.