It had resisted the best efforts of many; and the “cat perch” remained. This design feature had served as a home for a stuffed gorilla when I first toured the house, and provided the entry for a “tunnel” into the bedroom. I had no desire for the tunnel and no need for the perch. I wanted it gone, but everyone who tried to destroy it had been thwarted. This included the powers applied by my weight-training nephews, their friends, even their friends’ mothers.
Like Excalibur, it seemed that only one true superhero would be able to remove it.
My son called me last week and offered to try his hand at it. With a few judicious cuts of the sawzall, and some carefully aimed, but high impact blows with the sledge hammer, the perch came down. It had met its match.
With a mighty blow, Derek demolishes the overbuilt structure.
“More nails is always better” must have been the philosophy of whoever built this.
Cat perch and tunnel removed, ready for some un-rewiring, doorbell and landline replacements.
My preacher, a trim Carpenter has not been in Minneapolis to my knowledge but is known locally as the “nail guerilla” because of his use of heavy doses of construction adhesive and nail gun nails to secure handrails and staircases so that nothing short of a locomotive can dislodge them. ? eric
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