The plumber came this morning to look at the slight leak that had made an appearance on the carpet in the basement. His first job was to get me to sign paper saying that finding the leak could be as much as $250. Knowing the house as we do, this was not a problem. He also called their sister company who does restoration – ie clears the rooms so that they can do what they need to do, and cleanses/dries the carpet etc etc.. The leak was established to be about 10 feet left of the hallway – ie right at the far end of the junk room where two kids have offloaded their entire dormrooms until they get a place of their own.
The room was floor to ceiling stuffed with ’stuff’. Restoration took the ’stuff’ out so that plumber could find the leak. Three holes later it was established that the waterfall was indeed along a pipe. A pipe in the ceiling of the basement under the crawl space where there was no access courtesy the halfwit that finished the basement, and sold us the house.
In the process of unearthing the waterfall, plumber found some rats, so I called the people who have been unsuccessfully treating us for rats over the past 14 months. Three rats were dead, one disappeared though, so it is assumed that this one must have been bright enough to play dead until the light was taken away.
With half the wall down and some of the ceiling, the price tag was going up. Every 30 minutes or so the cry for ‘Ma’m” came out from the house and another problem had been uncovered and another price to clear had to be established.
The culprit was, it seems, was a rat, or maybe more than one, had found their merry way into the basement and taken a liking to the sewer pipe. So much so, that they had nibbled all they way through a cast iron sewer pipe and thus had caused a ‘bit of a problem’ for everyone.
So now I had three companies in the basement: the plumber, the restoration guys and the pest control guy (who heard the name over the intercom and didn’t need the address because he has been here so often). They all look at the damage and ‘humph’ and ‘hah’ about how nasty these little critters can be, and compare grissly stories about the ‘big one’ that Mrs so and so had.
The restoration company placed megga fans that could fly a jet engine into the basement and indicate that no sane creature will dare to enter with that noise going on, and depart. I think, or even hope, that they have tripped a circuit breaker because half the electrical sockets, including my computer one, are now dead as a doornail. They will return in a day or two to check on drying out problems and hopefully find the electrical glitz at the same time. The pest control guy, picked up dead carcasses and went off sighing that we still had problems – you think???. Plumber guy though realises that the pipe needs to be replaced and he was too broad across the belly to fit into the hole. Backup skinny plumber-guys are rare and the first one available cannot come until Wednesday – they really need to get more skinny plumbers I think.
By now I had called the insurance – this was way beyond a little leaky pipe. The good news is that they cover the damage; the bad news is that they do not cover the plumber, because sewer pipes are ‘maintenance’ and rodent damage is expressly excluded (note to self that we need to get they changed). So by now we are $1000 in deductable, and $3000 in plumber fees. All because of a rat problem that cannot be solved.
So at 2.30 everyone departed, leaving me and youngest to figure out how to deal with two kittens, numerous unknown rats who may or may not enter the basement because the wall had now been opened – we packed bags and booked into a hotel. Husband did finally call after an email, and phone message saying ‘you had better call and get an update on they day’. Did I mention he was in Paris???? I really hope it is is cold and rainy!
So here I am in the hotel keeping up with the blogs, and I am probably going to order another beer before long, so that I can relax.
Tomorrow is election day,- that should be not-fun. We, ie me and one other, real reporter person are suppose to cover 22 poling stations and get updates and attend winning party celebrations, so that the paper can get up to the minute updates on what he results are. Does that sound like lots of non-fun or what? I had planned on helping until 9,30 in the evening, but with being in a hotel, that will be nearer 8pm – i am not going to leave two kids (12 and 14) in hotel room alone.
I do hope that life settles down soon, and then I wil really be stretched to figure out what in the world to write in a blog in November.