The contractors stopped by today to demonstrate how a proper demolition is done. Here are the results, as documented by a crappy cell phone camera (don’t ask where my real camera’s battery recharger is right now):
Beams! Ladders! Piles of debris!
Ancient wiring! An old pipe from a gas light…?
Bricks! The Black Oil*! That pesky hole in the roof!
You get the idea. It’s freezing in the room, and it smells so strongly of tar that I wondered if I were about to be feathered as I retreated to my dining room dorm.
The contractors, at least, are remarkably clean. My carpet is spotless.
*I watched too much X-Files as a kid, I know. My dribbling roof tar is probably not an alien virus. Probably.