"Well, We Had To Forget Something, Or We Wouldn't Be Plumbers"

We're shoulder-deep in handyman gigs. A little of everything, we've been working on updating the last few odds and ends of the house as it goes on the market. We painted the kitchen and fixed a bunch of cracks and holes in various places. We need to look at the basement bathroom. Fix the fascia outdoors. Mostly pretty easy stuff, but we have some outlets in the addition that are dead and I am dreading going under the crawlspace again. The last time I did that was to install the speakers in the dining room (because you HAVE to have music in your dining room...but no clocks because dinner should be long and uninteruptable).

I was lying in that dreaded filthy crack; dirt, sweat, old rusty screws, and cobwebs everywhere around me like soup. My brother was handing me tools (because as Moe Howard said, you always forget something) and holding the flashlight at the entrance. When he dropped the flashlight and ran away suddenly, I became somewhat alarmed. He yelled back from his way up the stairs that a mouse was on me. On me, not on him. I guess it was good that I was now in the dark, I wouldn't want to have to see that.