Oops.
The glass is too heavy for me to safely move myself, so I will wait until the husband gets up and make him do it.
I did manage to look closely at the completed part of the shell. Really poor glue joints. Some of the hot glue has already let go, but the stuff that hasn't is being stubborn and I'll need to take a blow drier to it. I took a few pictures and decided to get rid of the spider webs on the ceiling before I got the hair drier and got to work.
So I went into the kitchen and retrieved the swiffer thing. I squirt some lemon scented dust stuff on it (because in my world, lemon scented dust stuff would have ill effects on spiders...if not kill them, at least scare them into submission) and got to work. It was actually kind of scary how strong some of those webs were, in my world spider webs wouldn't be that strong.
And then I saw...him. His body was round, and a little smaller then my pinky finger...dingy brown in color with huge black eyes. His legs were spindly and long, like a cat's whiskers bent at strange angles. He was the Clint Eastwood of spiders, staring at me from the top of my lemon scented swiffer thing, unflinching, unafraid, undeterred.
I stood there wide eyed with my mouth clenched shut...I read that article about how many spiders you eat in your lifetime and Clint Eastwood would not be one of them.
He must have sensed my fear, because he started gliding over my lemon scented saber with disturbing ease. I would like to tell you I let out a glorious battle cry as I started beating the end of the swiffer thing with a piece of packaging foam I found on the floor...but I'm pretty sure it was a series of terrified EWW EWW EWW EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWs then a battle cry.
At any rate, Clint Eastwood is dead and I will start trying to disassemble the shell tomorrow, after the Spider Gods have had time to calm down. After the incident in the shower this morning, destroying lord knows how many webs in the basement, and the slaughter of Clint...I figure I should try to avoid any unnessicary spider contact for the rest of the evening.
Here are the photos I took. Minimal warping of the second and third floors, possibly some in the walls. I think it will straighten out once I get everything apart and flat on the table.
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