And then we end up having to pull up all the tile, cut out the rotten floor boards, replace the ruined insulation, and patch the hole in the bottom of the trailer.
Patch a hole you say? Yes, with duck tape.
The joy of living in a trailer house. When you fall through the floor, there is actually about two to three feet of empty space between you and the dirt.
And the hole in the plastic is caused by only one thing.
Cats. Yes, cats.
You think that's funny? Try waking up in the middle of the night to one of your outside cats jumping on your bed and staring at you in the dark. Not funny.
How did it get there? It crawled through the hole in the plastic, through the missing insulation and the rotten floor boards and the not-yet-replaced tile, and then decided to scare the crap out of you.
And that's the story of how I woke up to a cat on my stomach staring at me.
James and I lived in a trailer house when we first got married. We had the same thing happen with the floor, not the cat. Only there was carpet over the rotten, disintegrated floor. For quite some time the only thing keeping us from falling through and keeping varmints out was the sagging carpet. Ah, yes ... The joys of trailer house living!
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