Challenges are a fact of life. They can be small, like that last 10 lbs you have to lose...or they can be the giant soul-sucking, back-breaking, moo moo-wearing hell pit that is our guest bathroom. She's a tricky one. All prim and proper on the outside, but yank back the curtains and she's got children in the oven. Or in this case, mice...but we'll get to that in a bit.
Here she is in all her glory:
Yes, that is a whole 'nuther layer underneath! *sigh* I'm hating my life at this moment.
Let me take you to the tile... For those of you who don't know, this is portland cement. For those of you in a little bit of an older home wondering what's under your tile, this is the stuff. It is attached to a lathe...or what I call chicken wire stuff. It is thick. It is heavy. It will make you cry...
It is under the floor
When we opened up the wall to the left of the tub, we realized there was some kind of access hole that lead to the ground. That whole wall was filled to the top with mouse poop! I had visions of the Hanta virus melting my insides and nightmares that giant mice were going to get us for destroying their home. One critter I can't stand is a mouse that's found its way in.