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First, let me explain that we had been invaded by opossums. They moved into the crawlspace beneath the roof and set up house. The day we saw noses and feet coming through our air conditioning vent, we knew we were in trouble.
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Fortunately for us, having had their babies, our squatters have decided to move on to greener pastures, or homes where they are welcomed into the living room with open arms and promises of food. So we wasted no time in 'possum-proofing our house. It seemed simple enough on the face of it - some vent covers, a few flathead screws and a ladder. It would take a couple of hours, at most.
Fast forward...
a debate is brewing between Bree and me as to whether learning to screw has more to do with practice or the right tools for the job. The argument is moot, as we have neither. The space is too small for us to use the drill that was going to make this job a jaunt through the construction zone. We (and by "we" I mean Bree) are doing it all by hand. The one hole I've made is so large that stucco has crumbled and the screw no longer holds. Week 2 of Project Possum is dragging on, with us no closer to the end.
Screwing, we've learned, takes skill. And practice, and occasional bloodshed.
But if you just stick to it, and try and try again, you may actually learn to do it right - and the benefits of screwing well are many.
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