The bathroom project has reach a new stage: I need to pull out all the layers of old flooring so a new floor can be laid. In some ways demolition is one of my favorite parts of home improvement because it’s an archeological dig. You never know what you’ll find. The scary part in this old house is that I never know what I’ll find. Termite damage? Rotted wood? Bare wires? I’ve found all of that so far and so far have been able to deal with it. I didn’t have time to rip out the floor before my mom got back from her trip and now I’m enduring her constant worrying about it. She says she’s always afraid when I start tearing things up. Well, it has to be done, and I’d rather not pay someone else to do it. Besides, I would lose out on all the archeological excitement!