In what short life I have to look back on, I've briefly lived in a park, taken on multiple weird craigslist jobs to pay for school, had run-ins with people who were definitely out of it and also suffered a mild concussion once because I tend to bump into things whenever I don't wear my glasses. So I've seen some shit.
That means it's saying something when I tell you that being under the influence of an "angel"–a very misleading name for a creature like this–puts all of these strange, confusing and oftentimes terrifying experiences to shame.
The only way I'm able to tell you this story in its entirety is because it happened a little while back and my fellow tenants filled me in on everything I missed out on. I'll explain what I mean by that in a second, so bear with me. I won't be able to tell you this in just one post anyways.
After the Doctor's odd diagnosis, he had told me to meet up with him in the entrance hallway. When we did, he explained some rather interesting things to me, such as what had happened to me, what was going to happen to me, and that he didn't know exactly how to prevent it. To make a long story short, he said that it was quite probable I would die sometime during the next 48 hours.
I don't remember how I reacted, but Doc said I was horrified. He said I started to cry so hard my glasses got wet from the inside and the outside. Honestly, I'm not sure about that last part but I do believe I cried.
"How can you even see I have this?" I asked him, rubbing the side of my face. "There's nothing here…"
"It's like a mark. I can just see things like that," he replied. "Cora can too, but I'm guessing you didn't talk to her on your way there."
I believed him. He had treated my toothache so he had to at least somewhat know what he was talking about, even if I didn't. I asked him to explain everything, but of course it was way too much for me to take in all at once. In the end, I had only bits of information swimming around in my foggy head. But I did piece together what there was to know about the angels.
The apartment complex we live in has an attic. No one ever goes there, partly because the roof is leaking, rendering the space completely useless, but also because it's occupied.
There's angels in the attic.
No one knows who came up with that term. Why would you call creatures like that a... keep reading on reddit ➡
As title says contractor vented directly into the attic and when questioned said it was not an issue.
Should I be asking him to come back and vent it outside?
Is this even to code?
Located in Ontario Canada
The washroom does have a window.
I realize this sounds ridiculous, but you need to understand two things:
So, when I was on my library’s website and Flowers in the Attic was on the available now list, I thought, “oh, yes, the flowers book. This must be it.”
I’m sure everyone has their opinions about Flowers in the Attic, but uh ... it was not the poignant, thought-provoking read I was expecting.
When we bought our house, a mold remediation company recommended we remove all insulation from our attic.
We hired a general contractor to do this, and replace with batt insulation. But I went up there recently, I discovered there is a large part of our attic (maybe 20%) that is only accessible by a very narrow gap, which seems to have been untouched by the GC, and is still full of blown-in insulation.
We’ve already spent a ton of money and I’m tired of trying to find good contractors, so I’m hoping to just do this myself.
My question is: how can I fully protect myself up there, and how do I properly remove this old insulation?