So Awful

Oh, GOD.

The cardboard box holding the pipe and drape system had been in a stable, relatively safe spot in the basement. Or so I thought.

I was wrong. I was dead wrong. I was the kind of wrong that happens in horror movies.

The box was soaked through. The drape pieces were soaked through. I do not want to describe what I found growing in that box, other than to say that I feel a tiny bit bad about having disposed of it, because I suspect that there might have been species in there that are heretofore unknown to modern science.

SO HORRIBLE.
I'm doing the *bleblebbbleeleblelblebbbelllehe* dance right now, still.

The boxes have been shoved into plastic bags (which is slightly easier to do when they're the consistency of oatmeal) and placed into the garbage can. I also got the last of the funkafied building materials and the damp mattress out.

All with a little help from my friends.
Thanks, Thing One, Harmful Guy, and TheGeoffrey!!



Hopefully the funk factory is done producing now. (shudder.)

Now I must go somewhere that is not here to eat.