This is just one example of my domestic spelunking.
Embarrassing but in my defense, I haven't ventured down there for years
I still don't think I'd entertain guests here,
but I expect it to meet the inspection requirements
14 things I learned during my 5.5 subterranean hours:
- I have no more interest in exploring caves.
- Pushing insulation back up between boards while lying on your back means that bits of it fall on your face.
- Insulation may look like yellow cotton candy but it does not taste as good.
- I really should have been more serious about losing weight because squeezing my belly under ducts was...well...tight.
- If it is 98 degrees outside, it is about five degrees cooler under the house.
- 93 degrees is still hot.
- Copious sweat combined with dirt from the floor, pieces of insulation, and various unidentifiable but nauseating bits creates a kind of irritating goo.
- Sometimes (thankfully rarely) unidentifiable but nauseating bits move.
- When I am under the house and I scream in surprise at something moving on me, no-one hears except Daisy, who starts barking directly above me.
- After 4 hours, my standards of workmanship drop significantly.
- After 5 hours, I start saying, "The tear in this duct is not that bad and, besides, nobody will ever know."
- I don't care how much money we saved by not hiring a contractor to do it -- it wasn't worth it.
- It is possible while undressing, after surviving the ordeal, to be unable to tell for sure where your clothes end and your skin begins.
- It is also possible to stay in a shower so long that the hot water runs out.
Thank God that our new house is being built on a concrete slab.