I remember one day when I was a younger man, my brother, Tom and I climbed through a crawl space in the Corbin Community Center. As we were crawling along, I ran into something that was in my way. I reached out one hand, grabbed ahold of it only to find much to my surprise and horror a cat skeleton – ahhhhhhh … let me out of here!
This past season we worked on a remodel project for a client. One day he came to me and said, “Now that we are remodeling, we can fix this pocket door that has been broken for years.” I took a look at it and decided that a nail might have been put in it, or perhaps it had fallen off the track. But no, neither presumption was the case. When Travis opened up the wall he found a large mouse nest in the pocket! And what’s more, the door did not open because it was full of dog food the mouse had been hording for years! So, the moral of the story is that it is not always the carpenter’s fault.