This boy is the start of this woeful tale. You all know him right? I caught him dumping a Kool-Aid single serve packet into the water bottle it was next to. He was under my stamp desk. He didn't really make a mess this time, but I had to get the vacuum to get the remaining powder by the vent.
Whilst I am vacuuming, I notice a light coming out of the vent. That's strange, I thought, so I removed the vent cover.
You can see the foundation clearly here, and wait, that's the "hole" in the foundation that lets the crawl space breathe. Why is this showing???
Can you see the light here??? YUCK!
My vent has fallen away from the subfloor and is resting on the ground below my house, therefore warming the crawl space and leaving a giant gap to the outside world (or place below the house). What lucky mice and spiders we have! Double Yuck!!!! Remember THIS??? Seriously, living in a house that is 100 years old is practically an invitation to these spiders and other such pests (earwigs) to come on in and freak me out.
And don't think for one moment that I put my arm in there and pulled it back up.
NO I DID NOT. I called Brandon on his cell and interrupted his nice lunch to tell him to do it when he got home. Cause that's how I roll.