Writing is not my forte, but Mary Lee has been dogging me to write on the blog. I guarantee that the grammar will most certainly be checked and edited by the little lady before it ever shows up on the page. Two weeks ago, we had the insulation company blow a foot-thick layer of insulation into our attic. However, before that could happen, I needed to clean the gunk that was up there. Little did I know, the attic was filled with many years of nesting material from both birds and squirrels. In total, I removed four garbage bags full of nesting materials, ten bird skulls, a bird rib cage, and two squirrel skulls.
I also removed a massive pile of wood shingles that must have fallen into the attic when they changed to asphalt shingles. It might have been shingles in the old days, but it just looked like fire kindling to me. I was also able to take out all of the old knob and tube wiring as well. Mary Lee seemed a little perturbed by my obsession with removing "historical" pieces of the house, but I feel safer with the idea that all old wiring is removed from the attic.
This whole process was excruciatingly hot and tiring. It was also very grimy.