OK, so there were two snakes. Two big snakes. Four-footers... The rubbish guys cut the head off the first one and threw it into the truck. When they saw another one (perhaps its twin sister) they threw rocks at it - everything they could lay their hands on really. But she disappeared - down a hole we suppose.
Until the next day, that is. When the carpenters arrived to start demolishing the bathrooms, there was a terrible stench under the house. They found the other snake being feasted on by flies and who knows what else. Jerry pulled her out and threw her carcass out into the pasture. I came out the next day to see the job (more on that later) and found the carcass near the chicken coop. I took the rake and poked at it, just to confirm it had a head, then threw it farther away. It did stink.
In the afternoon, the hen with her brood of eight were happily feasting on the remains. Ah, sweet justice. One wonders how many chicks and eggs that hen had lost to that old fat snake. I hope she didn't leave any babies behind...
I suppose no one would be surprised by a disappearing contractor story. It's all really understandable, I suppose.
Tom and Jerry literally ripped the bathrooms off the house, tugging on the structure with a rope tied to the truck after cutting through all the connections. I wasn't there yet but headed out. When we spoke he said he was finished for the day having had enough of decades of debris raining down on his head. The plan was for him to head out the next day to start clearing the debris then take measurements for a materials list. So I met him at a halfway point to give him some cash for the next day.
He showed me the video Jerry had taken of the "event." It made me very sad and it pissed me off. He really didn't show much respect for the old girl. The video was like ripping off an arm and it made my chest clench. It had to come down I know, but it shouldn't have been so traumatic. And when I did get there, it was truly worse. Slam Bam with no respect for her history. I had told him to cut out the window frame and all so we could rebuild it. He took out the windows but then tied the rope through the frame which resulted in further damage to the frame - as well as the room. Aarrgghhh
I spent the afternoon separating scraps of beadboard from true rubbish. After all, they have artistic value at the least and I will save them for a future project. After moving all that I could alone, I raked the cleared area -- for treasure. I didn't find anything really. We did the other day when I found a tiny gold locket by the stairs where they had discarded the flooring. The same day, Beth found a mercury dime from 1945 and then a quarter from 1954. Funny how they just appeared. One wonders what crevice they had been lost in for so long.
Oh yes, so why did the contractor disappear? Well yesterday he didn't work because he had to go rescue his older son from his ex-wife. Afterwards, I suppose, he went dirtbiking to blow off steam. Unfortunately, he ended up with two cracked ribs, and my schedule is blown. The plumber was due to start Monday. I have no water. I ordered a port-a-potty. From a guy who also happens to be a contractor...
Until the next day, that is. When the carpenters arrived to start demolishing the bathrooms, there was a terrible stench under the house. They found the other snake being feasted on by flies and who knows what else. Jerry pulled her out and threw her carcass out into the pasture. I came out the next day to see the job (more on that later) and found the carcass near the chicken coop. I took the rake and poked at it, just to confirm it had a head, then threw it farther away. It did stink.
In the afternoon, the hen with her brood of eight were happily feasting on the remains. Ah, sweet justice. One wonders how many chicks and eggs that hen had lost to that old fat snake. I hope she didn't leave any babies behind...
I suppose no one would be surprised by a disappearing contractor story. It's all really understandable, I suppose.
Tom and Jerry literally ripped the bathrooms off the house, tugging on the structure with a rope tied to the truck after cutting through all the connections. I wasn't there yet but headed out. When we spoke he said he was finished for the day having had enough of decades of debris raining down on his head. The plan was for him to head out the next day to start clearing the debris then take measurements for a materials list. So I met him at a halfway point to give him some cash for the next day.
He showed me the video Jerry had taken of the "event." It made me very sad and it pissed me off. He really didn't show much respect for the old girl. The video was like ripping off an arm and it made my chest clench. It had to come down I know, but it shouldn't have been so traumatic. And when I did get there, it was truly worse. Slam Bam with no respect for her history. I had told him to cut out the window frame and all so we could rebuild it. He took out the windows but then tied the rope through the frame which resulted in further damage to the frame - as well as the room. Aarrgghhh
I spent the afternoon separating scraps of beadboard from true rubbish. After all, they have artistic value at the least and I will save them for a future project. After moving all that I could alone, I raked the cleared area -- for treasure. I didn't find anything really. We did the other day when I found a tiny gold locket by the stairs where they had discarded the flooring. The same day, Beth found a mercury dime from 1945 and then a quarter from 1954. Funny how they just appeared. One wonders what crevice they had been lost in for so long.
Oh yes, so why did the contractor disappear? Well yesterday he didn't work because he had to go rescue his older son from his ex-wife. Afterwards, I suppose, he went dirtbiking to blow off steam. Unfortunately, he ended up with two cracked ribs, and my schedule is blown. The plumber was due to start Monday. I have no water. I ordered a port-a-potty. From a guy who also happens to be a contractor...