So The Theory and I were sitting around after work on Day Three. From the patio we could see into kitchen, with an excellent view of the fridge-stove wall. Shreds of rotted sheetrock and mid-century wallpaper hung from the ceiling. Our dead stove hulked inside, greasy and abandoned. Neither of us wanted to go back into that house. The bad smell we first noticed on Day Two had gotten steadily worse.
The Theory was the first to say it. “It looks like that episode of the X-Files where the family has been interbreeding for generations.” For the record, he didn’t use the word “interbreeding.”
That day, The Theory had removed all traces of the Russian stacking doll cabinets. We hauled out 720 pounds of detritus, most of which was little more than splinters with nasty old nails sticking out in all directions. We shoveled out a hundred years of mouse (and rat, yes, rat) feces. All that was left behind was the sink unit—we still had running water for one more day.
Sadly, we discovered there weren’t any floor boards under all that. Oh well! Who needs a floor? The underlayment the floor boards were supposed to be attached to was still there, and seemed okay. But that smell! That funky smell!
Here’s our pathetic sink, last bastion of civilization.
And here’s the left-side of what was once an L. But we just call it The Wall:
So back to the evening of Day Three, after we realized that something might still be living in there. The Theory snapped a few gloomy shots. But first, here’s the X-Files house for comparison purposes:
And now our house:
More trace evidence:
And here is one of the two coffee can lids we found nailed to the wall. I’m thinking it might have something to do with mice: