Years ago, I lived in Somerset. I was called out to do a plumbing job on a mobile home that had been set up on a hill. The front was on the high side and the back was up fairly high. The sewage pipe had come loose and obviously had been a while. They had only noticed it because of the smell. The pipe was about 20 feet under that I was going to have to glue. The rear of the mobile home was high enough for me to duck down and enter. The ground sloped up fairly rapidly. There was a thick layer of sewage covering most of the area. As I started up the hill, I had my back against the floor of the home and just kept squatting lower and lower as I went hoping to not have to kneel down in the sewage. The farther I went the more I was pinned between the floor and my knees until I wedged up. I seen movement and I looked down and my right foot was on the tail of a snake. It had come in to feed on the flies the sewage had attracted. It slowly brought its head around next to my toes and looked at my foot and then looked up at me. I was pinned in tight and couldn’t leap away from it and all I had with me was that can of glue in my hand. Instantly, I started raining down a flurry of blows upon that snake with that can of glue that would have made Muhammad Ali proud. In just a few seconds, I had delivered at least twenty five blows with all of the strength and speed I could give at that angle. I finally stopped to survey the damage. If someone would have told me that I would end up killing a snake up close and personal with a can of glue, I would have called them nuts, but here I had done it. I sat there catching my breath and look down at my arms. They were covered in sewage. I looked up and sewage was dripping from all over the floor. I had my hair full and it was all over my face. That flurry of blows had splattered crap everywhere. I just went ahead and kneeled down in it. Why not?
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 13:02:22 +0000
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