Because I am troubled today – never mind by what – I shall attempt to navigate my way through this post as if it were one of those old-fashioned cottage paths: with lots of bends, but it doesn’t go very far.
So! To the renovations. We had a go at moving the tiles.
This is where we stopped.
Turns out those tiles are pretty darn stuck. We gave up because they weren’t lifting as we’d hoped, even with a jackhammer. If we kept going the only thing we’d be certain to do was create a hole in the floor. We think we’ll leave it for the professionals to do.
This patch of dirt was the site of the mysterious hole in our garden I mentioned last week. A friend came over on the weekend to take a look and found the tree stump underneath, which used to look like this in 2007,
… had been eaten away by termites. The hole was either where the ground had fallen away from the disintegrating wood or it was a path made by critters to go in and eat the termites by night. I choose to hope it was the former. On Monday a termite man came and smote the area biblical-style with termidor and then covered it over. Then that night, that night, rats came back into the walls again for the first time in ages. Coincidence? You be the judge. Adam thinks it’s the cold weather this week that has drawn them in, but I am not above anthropomorphising rats to suit my purposes, so let’s imagine they’re in there jumping up and down in furious rage that we took away their food source.
I was a teensy bit worried about the poison there under the dirt, given it’s a vegetable garden. I asked the man if it was safe, given there are plants we want to eat growing all around. He said it was fine. I certainly hope so.
