Here’s a summary of our shed story thus far:
Our house came with a shed. Said shed was ugly, old, and rusty. Alas, I never took a photo of it before Jim spent an afternoon disassembling it. Here’s a similar one from the web:
Here it is on our curb.
Unfortunately, the garbage pickup did not take any of this crap! We hauled it all into our side-yard, which is more or less our dumping ground for stuff we can’t figure out how to dispose of. It hides there until we figure out what to do with it. It didn’t have to wait long: a few weeks later, our city hosted a “bulk waste drop off” event for things like toilets and scrap metal. We cut it up into small sheets and stuffed it into the car.
Here’s the shed, going to shed heaven via Ford Taurus. Thanks to the plastic and sheets we put down first, the car suffered only a major dirtying, instead of a super extreme major dirtying. Three trips later, we were rid of it!
But we weren’t done yet. The wood floor remained:
But our house came with a badass two-handed axe. Jim happily chopped and chopped until these boards were broken into small enough pieces to fit into the normal yard waste and garbage pickup.
But what’s this? There’s MORE?! A nice layer of yard waste hid underneath the boards along with THREE rat nests! Only one rat, though, and he scampered like hell when we tore up his home. He ran right into the neighbor’s yard, where he may or may not have been promptly devoured by their dog. Sorry, Mister Rat!
Underneath the yard debris of the ages is a layer of bricks! We picked them up one by one and hauled them into the backyard, creating a few piles around the yard like so:
We’re only about halfway through the brick removal process, but when we’re done the entire shed area should finally be free of shed evidence! Shevidence?
Either way, it’s good to be shed-free!