I’ll use almost any excuse to procrastinate before crawling around under the cabin. When I was a kid crawlspaces didn’t bother me but I’m high-mid-sixties now and the part with the plumbing is really low. You are sincerely belly-crawling all the way.
Backstory: At the beginning of last winter I thought I had finally worked out my plumbing insulation issues for good and all. Apparently an enterprising pack rat thought it was nice, too. Either found or chewed an entrance over one of the sheets of rigid foam I’d bolted between the joists, clearly chewed it bigger, then moved in above the batting.
Oh, he probably thought he’d finally scored that split-level in the ‘burbs his wife had been on him about all those years. And he’d have been right, but – being a packrat – he just had to get hoardy.
Look at all those damned rocks…
The other half of the sheet, the part still somewhat attached to the cabin, wasn’t quite as heavy of course…
But still had to come out of there so I can replace it in the fullness of time. Then of course there was the inevitable mess that spilled when the insulation tore loose. That would need to be cleaned out of the work area, so I had already brought an entrenching tool with me when I went under.
I knew about all this before winter was even done, but since it didn’t entail any actual plumbing damage but did entail one of my very least favorite chores, I didn’t assign any particular urgency to the cleanup. But last weekend Dharma, who’s a fervent ratter, went under there and – possibly in frustration at not finding any actual rats to match all that enticing scent – tore the hell out of the insulation sheet. All week long, at every puff of Spring wind, the cabin has bled shredded Styrofoam. Also it’s getting warmer and I could swear I smelled rot, so possibly she actually killed a rat.
Anyway I put it off for a couple of days because I really hate crawling around under the cabin and twice so if it involves rotted dead things. But this morning I determined to dress in expendable full coverage and get it out of my life the very first thing. So now the clean-up is done – didn’t find any rats, alive or dead – and the rest will wait until I can score a new sheet of insulation. And I can walk off the headache and get on with my pleasant Sunday morning.