Crawling through the attics this weekend...hope I don't ever get stuck. I am not...by any definition, a small man. It would take the fire-department, jaws of life, chainsaws, forklifts, a tazer,
three naked women, and 200 pounds of lard to get me out.
Anyway...from the blog:
The wife was teasing me...as she heard me thumping around in the attic griping about various dangerous things I was finding there. Zip cord. Bare wires. Pinched wires. Old wiring laying unprotected against the ceiling, but still connected to the main knob and tube feed (the fixture had been wired back up with butt splices and zipcord). Apparently banging my head on low beams and cursing was also involved.
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