Some actual quotes from our guests in response to the heater kicking on have been:
"Is that an earthquake?"
"Is there a helicopter out there?"
and
"What is that?!?!"
If I let it go too long it can really be surprisingly violent, and the only reason I let it go longer than I should sometimes is because the job involves an army crawl through dust the consistency of baby powder in a close, dark, cobwebby space.
Today was a joyous day, however, as I trained Master Bowden to replace me.
Bowden has long been intrigued by the mysterious portal beneath the porch, which leads to untold adventures under the house.
"Alright Bowden, let me show you how we do it."
We did my side (the easy side) first and I showed Bowden how to open the door and how to orient the filter inside the heater.
Then Bowden wiggled under the heater like a dachsund into a rat hole with his flashlight gripped between his teeth. He's a gamer.
The door at the end of the army crawl is on the other side of the heater in a rather inaccessible spot.
6 comments:
way to go bowdeen!
Someone from DCF (Vermont's Department of Children and Families) will be showing up as soon as they can get funding for a trip to Southern California! Strong work, Bowden. The rat fear might be somewhat hereditary. . .seems his dad dislikes rodents as well. You did well to restrain yourself, Josh. Your Grandpa McCuen would not have been able to and would be laughing still!
Go, Bowden!!!!!
Bowden has a very admiring uncle in Vermont. But I'm afraid he's confounding all of my prejudices regarding Californians and work ethic.
Joel!!! Kick a bull in the nads and you get the horns. I'm not a native Californian, but I got here as soon as I could. You need to apologize to the Golden State and her productive and industrious populace, stat!
BOYS!
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