This attic used to be a Superfund site. I removed an epic quantity of squirrel shit out of here. It was glued in place with a like amout of squirrel piss. It took the use of a shop-vac, putty knife and paint scraper to clean it off. The floor is still not 100% clean, but it's as good as it's going to get. The contractor suggested I varnish the wood to keep whatever ...residue is left from coming up. The second coat is just about dry now, and I can probably begin putting stuff back into this attic tomorrow. The odd patches of insulation are where I had to replace sections. The squirrels had chewed it up to make nests ...or for their own amusement, or whatever. I should point out that my bed is immediately behind the wall to the right in this shot. I spent six years(!) sleeping with my head about two feet away from an every-growing pile of flying squirrel ejecta. How did I fail to notice this? Well, I used to hear them crawling around, but it was hard to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Secondly, this attic was full of all manner of clutter (go figure.) Lastly, the squirrel nest was under this fucking thing:
I don't know what it is, but it was nailed in place very securely inside the attic. It took the combined efforts of me, the contractor, his assistant, and two crowbars to get the blasted thing out there. If you look really closely, you'll still see some ...squirrel marks on the bottom of it. I think I should compile these episodes into a book, and call it The Squirrel Shit Diaries.