So we have to re-do the bathroom. Our pipes broke, requiring the plumber to bash the walls up a bit. I know, I know. There should be a panel behind the bathroom wall that gives you access to the pipes. We didn't have one. Ya see, our builder apparently ran out of money about 75% of the way through the project. So a lot of the little details (like wall panels and nice kitchen countertops) got skipped. And our tile was nasty anyway, so what the hell, right?
Last week I went to work taking out the old walls and tile. Drywall saw? Check. Sledgehammer? Check. Bugs crawling out of the walls scaring me half to death and giving me the heebie-jeebies? Check!
Ohmigod, we had cockroaches the size of Texas and carpenter ants. I could take the studs out with my bare hands they were so crumbly. I was so skeeved out that I had to call my husband at work and skeeve him out.
Fortunately, due to better living through chemistry, the bug man came and told me what to do. All them buggies be DEAD! Dead, I say. Dead like the relationship between Donovan McNabb and T.O. Dead like Elvis. Dead like the proverbial doornail. (That's right, bitches!)
Now we've replaced the studs and insulation, covered the lot with 15 lbs. felt paper and replaced the tub. Did mention that we had to remove the tub? No? Well, it's easier than it sounds... provided you have two strong men to do it for you! Thanks, Rob! We're almost ready to start the original project - the damn tiling. It's gonna seem so easy after all the other crap we've already done.
Yargh.
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Can I tell you how happy I am I wasn't there when the cockroaches made their presence known (shudder)?
I can't remember if I told you, but I once killed a roach with some extra-super hold Aqua Net and a match. That way you see, I didn't have to get near it.
I miss you!
Love,
Ween
OK...SO THAT is exactly why, when the plumber or anyone vaguely house-fixing related comes and there is the SLIGHTEST possibility of me seeing what is behind my walls...I leave. My WORST nightmare is a huge moving phalanx of roaches heaving and squirming behind an innocent looking wall that then manages to fall and the bugs hit me and oh my GOd I'm skeeved out again.
this is why I don't look in the dark spaces of my home. OR reach into cabinets I can't see into first. I'm a total weenie when it comes to bugs.
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