Follow-Up

Okay. That was ridiculously easy.

I filled up two giant garbage bags which would easily accommodate a corpse apiece with stuff, swept and then R2D2 and I vacuumed. I put the remaining things in a lovely blue Rubbermaid bin and then set everything back into the closet which had survived the cut.


Stuff. Note the leg bone of the poor Mr. Bones. The rats done took it off.
I no longer have a skeleton in my closet.


Obviously, this is not a new problem.


Clean as a bean! Or at least, much cleaner than before. Shop Vacs really do suck!


I found this interesting. It is a wall in the closet which has a baseboard exactly like all the baseboards in the oldest part of the house. Old Mrs. M. who lives catty-cornered across the street from me told me that originally this house was only one story tall. I found this hard to believe as the second story seems so nicely fitting. But, perhaps she is right.


All tidy and put to rights. And mostly rat-proof.

And now I suppose I should go use that Shop Vac while it is in the house to get to those places in the kitchen where the broom cannot go beneath the cabinets where the floor ends.
Know what I mean?
Yeah. I'm not sure about that space either. But I think I'm going to go try and suck some of the stuff out of it.

And then I'll go take the trash.

Man. I am being SO productive today. Where's my damn crown?