There is a dent in my right leg. I am pretty sure that it was not always there. I wonder when that happened and what caused it. There also seem to be some light scars above it. Very odd.
I Search and Secured the Main Injector last night. I like that accelerator. It’s pretty straight forward. Long, but mostly easy if you have a partner who is willing to take the motorized carts to go round the tunnels. Walking the whole thing would take forever and be exhausting. Even on carts, it took us about two and a half hours and at the end, both of us just wanted to take showers and go to bed. Why so tiring even with carts? Stairs.
You see, most of the secure is just us driving through the tunnels, looking under, around, and on top of the magnets to make sure that no one is there before we turn on the accelerator. We take keys and as we make sure that an area is safe, we use the keys to enable the security system and raise the interlocks. But there are service buildings in certain spots above the tunnel and people can often enter from there. So, we have to climb the stairs in those places and secure those areas, making sure hit the interlock boxes there, because otherwise the next box in the sequence will not enable.
Climbing these stairs is tiring, but doable. The thing that I do not like about these stairs is that they are not always used. So they can be … um, what’s the word I am looking for … gross!
They can be filled with ground water which tends to grow algae and mold and breed mosquitoes. They might have wasp or birds who want to protect their nests. They might have frogs and toads. Or like the first and worst of the ones that I went through last night, they might be filled with spiders.
And when I say filled with spiders, I do not exaggerate. Have you seen Raiders of the Lost Ark? Remember that scene where Indy went into the cave and it was filled from ground to ceiling with webs and Alfred Molina turned around and had spiders covering his back? Yeah, like that but with smaller (thank God!) spiders. I am totally serious. From the bottom step to the top was one continuous web. At the bottom were the corpses of the smallest spiders who had been devoured by the larger ones at the top. The small area before the steps began was green algae coated water.
I have never liked spiders. I am not an arachnophobe. I can function around them. But the sight of that never-ending web with all of those eight legged freaks staring hungrily at me gave me pause. I just wanted a torch to burn the whole thing to the ground. The words “nuke them from space; it’s the only way to be sure,” played over and over in my head as I forced myself to fight my way through the sticky, grasping mess.
For the next two hours I was pulling strands of spider silk out of my hair and off of my clothes. I took a shower as soon as I got home. I could not stand the idea that I might still have some on me.
On the other hand, every other stairway after that one was a relief. No matter how stinky or green or filled with mosquitoes it was, at least I was not forcing my way through yard after yard of spider-web. Even one where the webs were about chest high was not as bad as seeing them stretch from floor to ceiling. I am surprised that I did not have nightmares about it.
Anyway, I was pretty pleased with myself last night. I found my first dummy. I was with someone last summer when they found one, but I technically saw it after he did. This time, I saw it first! Woo hoo! Go, me!
I should write about the weirdness with my attempts to get my new car registered here in Illinois, but I have far too much to do today. Maybe tomorrow.