RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!

 (I choose to believe she is putting a broken boat back together, you know, like a kit)

There is this place, the whole area was the sea, with big fishies, and little fishies, and all manner of wiggly squiggly things in between.

Then the sea decided that it needed a nice place near the coast, you know, where it could just chill, maybe have a nice cold drink and put its feet up, so... picked up and moved west, or really far east, it is all a matter of perspective.

(this is not the beastie, but a different beastie, a beastie that found a home)

In doing so, a beastie of legend, and with maybe a bit of agoraphobia, was left behind. Its new home was filled with things familiar, a few less familiar, but still, you take what you can.

It stayed and made a new home. There was this nice family that kept it company, some other nice people were added as they are when mommys and daddys do mommy and daddy things, and when their time passed, another nice family, then another with feets in twos and feets in 4s (that brings us more or less to the now time).

(feets of four, or you would see them if they were not below)

(containers of feets that come in twos)

(familiar things were added, but sometimes that's not enough...)

But not all was forever well, over time things started not going very well, the beastie, it sorta had a job to do, but being a former beastie of legend, this particular kraken under the home, grew sad....

(not the sea, but the under)

Surrounded by the remains of both the vanquished and the friend, the kraken was no longer happy under the home.

(I found this in my shoe)

The kraken cried, she cried and the tears burned and popped, and bubbled, and fizzled, and made the hot air foul, the smell of brimstone...

Those that tried to make the kraken more at ease with her previous task (more those with two feeties than those with four)  noticed the sadness and the tears, and had to do something to help.

So for 24hrs the ones that lived in the above house crawled and worked, exclaimed in ways creative and profane, sawed and glued, wrenched and writhed... to set the kraken free from its dark and sad temporary home.

(the kraken was freed)

so...

here is the less "flowery" version.

f.

and the longer version...

The drains no longer did things like "drain", tried to explain that naming something drain implied certain expectations, but as with many inanimate things, rational discourse and/or yelling is often ignored. There was a dose of H2SO4 drain cleaner, rinse and repeat, and nothin'. (yes, most drain cleaners are more of the greater than 7 than the less than 7, but a chemist...)

(some places just look welcoming don't you think?
yes that is the crunchy, crunchy skull, not pinecone)

Then there was the crawling under the house, and when I say house, I mean the place that looks like a house, but is in fact, the place where all vermin go to die. So the nice gravel under the house is actually all the bones. All... the... bones...

See picture above. I really thought I had a stone in my shoe, it was a vertebra.  The pine cone that went crunch under my hand as I crawled out you might ask? skull...

At which point, the concept of "drain" was more than embraced, and when I say "more than embraced" I mean more holes than are normal draining type holes started draining with gusto. (picture cramped under the house, can't sit up or even do much more than lay there, can't really even turn around without toe and finger crawl and trying to escape the stream of sulphuric acid...)

(a much cuter sea monster)

Then there was the endless soldier crawling under the pipes and heating ducts through acid soaked mud (plastic was put down to maybe avoid excessive chemical burns). over and over and over and over and over. Did I mention I did this a few times?

(my well organized "workspace" plastic is to keep the acid from eating away the concrete... whee)

...cut pipes with sawzall (remember the space?), drain more acid, parts runs back and forth to town, buying all the couplers in all the hardware stores (this part is not an exaggeration, we did buy all of several parts from all the hardware stores in town), build the new kraken, make the 197th crawl back to scene of the crime to clamp said new kraken in place (with all the couplers)....lay there there for a while wondering at one point if those that live in the above world of light and snax will miss me at some point, or at least be curious what that new smell coming from the underworld is and investigate...


and...

no leaks...

really? no leaks on the first try?

crap.

(the sea gods now are laughing, laughing and taunting me...)