Since I am hauling a truck load of stuff to my sister's dorm room at Edinboro University on Wednesday, and then hauling another truckload of stuff to Cara's dorm room at Clarion University on Friday, I'm trying to do my work in the remaining three days. So I worked Sunday afternoon, which I don't often do. I don't have any dry ice to bait the light traps, but I was able to set all my gravid traps which don't need dry ice. I set one trap at the sewage treatment plant at the local high school. That plant is behind the school, downhill from the football field. I have the keys to that plant. The operator fell in once. It was pretty traumatic, I guess. She was taken to the hospital where she discovered that she was considered a biohazard. She was stripped naked and disinfected, got a series of shots too numerous to count, and had to go home in a paper gown because her clothes were incinerated. The school maintenance staff were so horrified by this that when I asked for admittance, they simply handed me the keys to the gate to get on the field, and the keys to the plant itself. "We don't get paid enough to deal with that kind of s**t." So I've had the keys ever since. Also quick to say, I'm darn careful, since I've no desire to become a biohazard, have lots of shots, get my clothes incinerated, and walk around in public in a paper gown.
Anyhow, today, when I was driving back, I noticed that the school yard was all ripped up by some (probably) young yahoo with a four wheel drive truck. I unlocked the gate and let myself on the field, and then drove back to the sewage treatment plant to do what I needed to do. By the time that I was done, I discovered that I'd been locked inside. A school staffer, driving by, noticed the torn up yard, and the open gate, did some investigating and locked up the football field, unaware that somebody was working down there. I discovered that my cell phone got no service from that particular site. Also, it took me some time to unlock the padlock on the outside of the gate from the inside of the gate, but I discovered that it can be done. Thank goodness for small hands.
Between discovering my drywall talents on Saturday, and the amazing discoveries Sunday, I'm beginning to wonder if discovery is ever a good thing.