Posted on 05/29/2012 6:24:26 PM PDT by Salamander
Been under/over/inside/on top of everything.
It’s a miracle I haven’t broken my neck.
[while I wasn’t looking, I got “old” and am not quite the agile little monkey I used to be...what’s up with that??]
“Pirates of the Appalachians”?
Unless Teach made is way up the Potomac, not very likely.
The only thing I’ve ever found in these walls is weird or creepy stuff, like mummified rats and *thousands* of empty snuff cans.
When we took out the center chimney [hence center chimney colonial], *hundreds* of them and an ax head fell out.
Haven’t a clue how somebody got them all in there.
It was an 18th century blacksmith’s house.
I tried metal detecting for a while but you cannot even imagine how tiresome it is to keep digging up old horse/mule shoes, pieces of hand forged chain and millions of hand forged nails.
OTOH, it’s cool to go out after a hard rain and find the handmade ‘mud’ marbles and pottery shards that wash out of the dirt.
I even found a milk glass elephant Cracker Jack prize, once.
Not so much as single coin, though.
My dad’s place is the hot spot for those.
The horse paddock was lousy with silver coins.
Walking Liberties, silver dimes, you name it.
During the silver craze of the 70s, they all got sold for their weight.
What a pity.
Where I live was an epicenter for the wagon trail west, the Revolutionary War, French & Indian war, Civil War and *lots* of settler massacres by the natives.
This house has seen it all, including the wholesale slaughter of a family by Indians and part of it was once burned down.
We found an entire layer of charred logs whilst digging new fence post holes one day.
The ridge beside me was the site of two suicides within the same family.
If I were somebody else, the place would totally creep me out.
:)
If *I* sing, the rest of my animals will run away...LOL
I’m trying *very* hard to hand this over to God, entirely.
Unfortunately, I’m one of those nuts who always thinks that if they try hard enough, they can move the earth.
I’ve stopped ripping the place apart, at least [well, except for tonight’s drywall escapade] and am focusing on letting your prayers and God see my baby safely home.
After ripping the wall down, I’m done for the night.
God -knows- where Alice is.
Hopefully, He will somehow get him back to me...*if* it’s His will.
Thank you so much.
Sounds like a cool house!
Bless you for your kindness.
I’m treading very treacherous ground....trying to get your mind off your dilemma for just a nano second and trying not to offend and be flippant.
I truly, truly feel so badly for you [and Alice] and am fervently praying that this will all be a distant memory soon and provide the makings of a chapter in your book about your life in *Pinscher Holler*.
I want so, to come and help you. Who do we know with some Thermal Imaging Heat Seeking equipment that could be borrowed? Military or the cops?
Hope you find your snake. The only thing I can think of is renting plumber’s inspection camera to look in places you can’t get to or find an understanding plumber that might use one for an unusual purpose. Might be better than ripping up stuff at random. I lost a cornsnake once, found him half way in a heat register.
Freegards from a fellow Type O fan, they will be missed
Came to the thread hoping to see some good news. Keep trying. Don’t give up hope yet.
Eureka! You may be on to something there!!!
There was a pet boa constrictor lost in a school classroom and the snake was found under the sink, wrapped around a pipe.
It works...you do make me laugh, in spite of myself.
You’re kind of an emotional flotation device, right now...:)
[and we call this place “Soggy Bottom” but Pinscher Holler is funnier] LOL
I considered the thermal imaging too...until I remembered that reptiles assume the exact same temperature as their environment.
Whether their surroundings are 50 degrees or 100 degrees, so are they.
They wouldn’t show up.
That’s why I have elaborate thermostats and heating on everybody’s home...to keep them at optimum temps.
[I’ve already tried IR and UV cameras...no joy]
Even dowsing rods.
Yeah.
I’m that desperate.
>>I have a snake tub with heat, water, one of his snake “caves” and a tasty mouse screwed to the wall in hopes that the air flow will let the odors and warmth somehow permeate the space between floor/ceiling.
Little does hubby know I’m sorely tempted to rip out the drywall of the ceilings.<<
You have the makings of your own reality teevee show here.
Seriously. It could be the unique combo of *Rehab This House* *Animal Planet* *CSI* *Survivor* *Bizarre Foods*...
:)
Yeah, until I lost a freaking snake in it, I thought so too.
:)
Howz ‘bout a cat?
I realize to get a cat into the mix of your pack would be insane...but a cat would sit and watch and listen...and maybe spy something you wouldn’t. It would be too long of a drawn out process ...bad idea.
I’ll go and pray some more....that’s the best I can do.
[How ‘bout hiring a psychic?] ‘nite :)
I checked into that already [surprised? LOL] and the camera leads are too short.
[6 feet is not near enough]
I’d need a well shaft inspection camera and nobody here rents those.
And yeah, it’s a bummer about Pete.
Just when he gets his act together for a couple years, the *other* 30 years of self destruction nails him.
Been checking there regularly.
The way the cabinet’s built, I don’t think he could even get in there but I look anyway.
[you wouldn’t believe the insanely unlikely places I’ve been looking]
Trying hard.
As long as it doesn’t end up with the title “Lenny Borden Took An Ax”.
:)
[and you forgot my favorite show; “Python Hunters”]
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