And the garage/woodshed/storage building is getting a long over due vinyl siding face lift.
First, the husband had to be bribed, cursed, nagged rotted wood had to be replaced.
And there was plenty of that.
Of course, we weren’t expecting the surprise the lousy land beaver, Devil’s spawn woodchuck left for us in the storage space out back.
Dirt.
And tunnels.
The little bastard, rodent of Satan darling had been busy.
So we spent an hour and a half filling holes and smoothing earth.
I have a feeling this job is going to be the end of my marriage, reason I drink gift that keeps on giving.
Good luck with that….
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Yeah, I’m sure he sees it as a challenge and is tunneling as we speak.
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Oh, lordy. Now I’m afraid to check out MY garage. Houses (and garages) are just so much fun, aren’t they.
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Even more so when filled with burrowing critters.
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