Well...on Wednesday I got to clean out some mouse poo from between key sticks. (Country church piano.) And then got to kill a very alive brown recluse. It was sitting (?) on the underside lid of a Baldwin 243. Glad my finger didn't get that close as I raised the lid. Or maybe it did. Shudders.<div>
<br></div><div>I sure like to watch those buggers wriggle after they get squashed. Certifies the time of death anyway. Around here, I always check for recluses whenever I open a vertical. Didn't see this one until mid-tuning, though. He was fairly dark and blended in with the lid. Squished him with a nearby Heavenly Highway hymn book and resumed tuning. Never a dull moment....</div>
<div><br></div><div><br></div><div>-- <br><div>John Formsma, RPT<br></div><div>Blue Mountain, MS</div><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Sat, Jul 28, 2012 at 10:40 AM, Ron Nossaman <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:rnossaman@cox.net" target="_blank">rnossaman@cox.net</a>></span> wrote:<br>
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Level four bio hazards aside, adding a "sense of value" to a piano corpse by extracting money from the pockets of the "too poor to afford better" owner in the performance of purely janitorial work has never failed to creep me out. I've always thought one could find more rewarding work as a contract killer, OSHA inspector, or stuffing ballot boxes in Dade county.<br>
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