He's No Fungi To Me!

pre-mold... 

MOLD... he's dark, mysterious, fuzzy, and living in my basement... that is he WAS until I had to have him removed... and by removed I mean ripped out of my life, put it bags, and strategically disposed of...(not to mention ionic-ly scrubbed down and cleaned).

I ended up loosing two entire walls, a closet, and the bottom two feet all the way around on the other two walls.  

post-removal

So, what's next you ask?  There is a new dehumidifier in my life and he is hard at work... not stopping until his bucket is full.  It's all about circulation and working the room... removing the moisture and adding his dry (sense of humor) and heat.  


Once the walls have been tested (if we get any rain with which to test)... I will be able to paint the newly exposed walls and put wainscoting up on the other two (leaving an inch and a half space between the floor and it)... to hide the two feet of space at the bottom and to prevent the "fun guy" from returning.

We ladies love a bad boy, but this girl has learned a lot from this painful relationship... and now I am ready for someone with a dry sense of humor and stability.