The Things We Do For Love

Will you marry me?

By Kevin Hunsperger
@kevinhunsperger & @my123cents on Twitter

Confession time: I'm a big chicken when it comes to crawling under my house.  Why would I ever have to do that?  Well, I was cleaning our master bathroom to surprise my wife, when I picked up her wedding ring (Why wasn't she wearing it?  Good question...) it slipped out of my hands and bounced on the floor and right down a small hole where our bathtub sits.

The hole of course was big enough for the ring to drop through, but I couldn't reach it (refrain from the jokes).  That left one solution, enter the crawl space and military crawl across the length of the house.  Those who live in southern Illinois know we have had quite a bit of rain in the last few days, which left a muddy mess underneath the tarps left by the builders.  As my body pressed down the plastic, muddy water oozed out and drenched me.  By the time I made it to the end of the house, I was frustrated to find that the opening to the bathroom wasn't big enough for me to fit through, until I saw the actual opening.  Wheeew....

I made my way through that space, dodging the hanging PVC pipes and various wires, praying that I wasn't going to get zapped in the process.  I worried if I did that my kids would come home to find me dead under the house.  After a few minutes of searching, I spotted the ring, snatched it up and made my exit ala Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark, just in crawling mode.

My other big fear besides electrocution was finding some kind of critter under the house.  We've had cats under there before, but luckily this time around no sign of skunks, mice, or raccoons.  As you can see in the picture, I was a muddy mess at the end, but I knew I had to get that ring.  Happy wife, happy life.