Cleaning the outside of the RV is high on my list of chores. Sure wish I could just envelope it in a huge bubble like the one shown above. I tackle this job by washing only half of the RV per day. Remembering that together Storm and I could whip this job out in a couple of hours makes me sad and tired.
Still haven’t figured out how to polish the chrome wheels though. I plundered through the basement storage and found buffing wheels and polish. Maybe I am supposed to attach the buffer things to a cordless drill and somehow shine up the rims that way. Storm always seemed to enjoy making those wheels gleam. I did not find it particularly entertaining to watch him do it. Sure could use some guidance now if anyone knows how I should do this!
An RV Space Invader?
While I have been hanging out at Mom’s house, I think something moved into my coach. I see evidence of invasion in the form of tiny poop pellets and a gnawed up T-shirt. But my mousetraps don’t capture any perpetrators. My sister proclaims that I must have a squirrel loose in the RV. That is possible. I am parked under some huge oak trees that might provide easy access into the coach from the roof. I run to Mom’s and take a nap so that I will be awake between 1am and 4am. Due to high summer wireless traffic, predawn is the only time I can get on the internet here. A massive influx of summer visitors overwhelms the lone cell tower on this isolated peninsula at the lake making access tortuously slow during the day.
My brother in law insists that I need a catch and release trap for my guest. It is too late and too far to ride into town for a trap today. Instead I go to a local Dollar General and load up on mothballs and dryer sheets. I generously spread these items throughout the coach. Maybe they are enough to drive my unwanted guest(s?) away.
Sunny Weathers - Squirrel Trapper
The next day, I purchase a huge trap and take it back to the coach. My inspection reveals no unusual wildlife activity overnight. I find the squirrel cage instructions on the internet, but I am still baffled by the trap’s operation. It seems that the only thing likely to be caught in this contraption is my fingers. Not good since my recovery from the injuries I received setting the little wooden mousetraps is not yet complete. Also I realize if I succeed in catching something in this trap, I will be faced with releasing it. Confronting a wild, angry squirrel at arm’s length is something I would like to avoid. I certainly can’t imagine attempting to somehow open the trap and release him without being subjected to indignant squirrel retaliation.
My sister mentioned in our previous pest control discussions that if I were living in the RV, the squirrels would not bother it. I sluggishly hatch the following idea the next day. What if the squirrels (or whatever it is) just THOUGHT I had moved back into the RV?? To fool them, I devise the brilliant (in my opinion) scheme to add a loudly broadcasting radio to my arsenal of rodent defenses. I select NPR for the variety of content and crank it up loudly enough to be heard on the outside of my rig. Maybe this will discourage the rodents from even thinking about coming inside
While being alert for inhuman visitors, I continue to rearrange and optimize space in the coach. I am baffled by the collection of chemicals and solvents stored underneath with Storm’s tools. I hope that I can enlist someone to help me decide what to keep and what to dispose of.
Steve is set to return in a week or so to help me drain, flush and refill the HydroHot heat system. We are under the extremely kind and helpful guidance of Michael at HeatMyRV. Storm had just begun troubleshooting this problem when he got sick.
I find Storm’s notes and call Michael for help. In the past he and John have been exceptionally instructive in helping us repair this important piece of equipment. When I explain my situation to Michael, he assures me that he will not rest until my heat is working properly again. What a great guy!