Sunday, March 16, 2008

Holy condenser line, Ratman!


Exhibit A: Rodent-chewed condenser line from attic A/C.
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Bill H. said...

Field notes from Atomic Attic Man, in the case of “Holy Condenser Pipe, Ratman”

While relaxing in the palatial Weisman retreat, watching cable someone else is paying for and enjoying a tasty beverage me and Mr. Budweiserman concocted, a call rang out from my intelligent, needy side kick- Fur Keezeeman.

“What’s that you say, mistress has a problem in the bedroom”?
I’m always excited when Fur Keezeeman delivers news like this and usually ask him if he’d like to retreat through an open door of my choosing saying “this could get nasty, come back in 3 hrs.”, but this was my sister and I may need to side kick.

We flew with the speed of cobra dreaming to have the speed of a cottonmouth, cobra’s are kind of slow but they make a cool hissing sound, to Mistress Laura on the second floor. Did I say flew? we caught our breath for just a moment on the first landing and to play with a small bit of yarn, Fur Keezeeman is intelligent but so easy with yarn and I had a beverage in tow at the same time.
My Atomic Attic hearing cascaded a litany of loud noises until I pinpointed Mistress Laura’s cry for help and we raced to the 2nd floor.

Once there I noticed the problem right away and in my usual flair asked my sister, “you seem upset”.
“Yes there’s water dripping from the ceiling!” “Oh no”, I said and looked at Fur Keezeeman who was hypnotic to the drip.
No use I thought but no need to side kick. “Hmmm… so the cascading waterfall is running dry”. “No! we’ve never had a waterfall in this room I fear this is the design of Ratman using the condenser line to drown us” I was blown away Fur Keezeeman was poised to strike with a vision of ruthless hatred for Ratman but he kept his cool, even his brilliant blue eyes couldn’t show his loathing for this crazed creature that we knew had a plan to drown the 2nd floor of the Weisman retreat I can’t explain the feeling and something with-in me began to grow like this was a job for me, Yikes!

Armed with the Vladonian flashlight we entered the abyss of the attic, it was dark there and when I sought comfort from Fur Keezeeman his words drove me on, he said, “mwooew” oh yes he did.
Using my Atomic Attic Man telepathy I spoke loudly to Laura “hey is there a light…” and instantaneously there was light with a call back so loud I think my ears heard…”Yeah, does that help?”
Now the real terror was reviled, hopeless boxes of I don’t know what and screaming roof vents that had no mercy, what form of madness could conceive of such horrors…”Ratman”.

So I located the water as the condensation line and we turned the A/C off and went to bed. The next day we met Jeff at the ACE store and we bought what was appropriate for the fix. After closer inspection the pipe was gnawed from underneath and a better plan was used. I think it’s mice, they since water but this weekend was the first time the A/C was used, prolly the mineral deposits still attract.
Takes awhile to rip through these lines but they do and the result was a pretty good leak but an easy fix. Keezee was usless but Laura was a great help to me, so she receives the Atomic Attic Man award of help, not that easy considering all that’s going on.

Be excellent to one another.

March 16, 2008 at 11:02 PM

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