Dead Squirrels and Plumbing Problems
My neighborhood has seen quite a bit of turnover in the recent real-estate boom, most notably younger parents moving out of more metropolitan dwellings just in time for their kids to start school. We’ve lived here almost six years, and up until a year or so ago, I still felt like The New Family. Now, there are at least a baker’s dozen as empty-nesters are capitalizing on demand for their suburban homes and downsizing. My kids are no longer the youngest in the neighborhood as there are a good number of babies in strollers and preschoolers in tricycles patrolling the sidewalks every day.
It’s a great neighborhood. There is a pool with a lifeguard in the summer, tennis courts, an elementary school within walking distance, and it connects to a twelve-mile greenway for jogging and biking along a creek. It’s a safe little enclave to raise a family—especially if you are hoping to let your kids free-range a little. I know exactly why growing families are drawn to it; we were one once too. But growing families tend to come with younger parents, and I’m not coping well as our subdivision’s average-age skews lower. Despite my youthful and energetic demeanor, I’m way too old and cynical to have the kids I do. I will abstain from elaborating on the “life experience” of their father, but suffice to say, my stepson turns 30 this year.
We have one real problem in our little slice of suburbia: the neighborhood listserv. Anyone can email the whole neighborhood about any issue, and anyone who chooses to put themselves on the list will get the email. It opens a window into people’s lives that I prefer to avoid, but I stay on the list in case someone is selling last minute concert tickets or wanting references for a babysitter. Every once in a while, there is some widely broadcast neighborhood grievance which can prove to be quite entertaining, so I hang around for those, too.
I serve as our neighborhood Social Committee Chair. I know, I know. Social Committee, cue the eyerolling. I do it because it keeps me out of the running for other potential HOA offices and avoids the awkward conversation of turning those jobs down. Which would you rather? Chasing down neighbors to collect dues and enforcing landscape covenants or the person who hires an Easter Bunny and makes sure the fire department shows up for the 4th of July Bike Parade? I’ll take Social Committee for $1000, Alex! It is the c-blocker to all other HOA involvements.
Last summer, we met one of The New Families at the pool. As usual, we arrived with a cooler of…ahem…adult juice boxes and a wireless speaker playing 70s rock. There was only one other family there when we arrived, and we didn’t recognize them. They were hugging the deck around the baby pool and already playing music: some sort of opera featuring Disney showtunes. The mom was wearing a cheeky bikini while applying copious amounts of high-end sunscreen and the dad was actually in the water playing with his own children and simultaneously singing along to the music. It was obvious: these were not our people. We moved down to the deeper end of the pool to set up out of ear shot.
Because of my Social Committee responsibilities, I went over to say hello and actually be social. Their story was not uncommon: kids were getting ready to start school, they needed more space, wanted to get out of the city. The dad did something in finance and the mom was a design influencer on Insta. I offered the parents a beer, but I was quickly rebuffed. They didn’t drink (“too many calories”), but would “love to get together sometime and do gummies.” Again, clearly not our people. I said “so nice to meet you!” and waddled my calories back to our side of the pool where I immediately cranked the Allman Brothers.
Recently, the mom in that family utilized the subdivision listserve to solicit recommendations for a “reasonably priced plumber” to install a new kitchen faucet. From my perspective, she was advertising to the entire neighborhood that neither adult in her household could install a common household mechanical device or was willing to watch a YouTube video to figure it out. I imagined that her husband likely felt embarrassed or emasculated, and I wondered if he was upset at her for broadcasting his lack of skills.
I often joke with people that my standards for finding a man physically attractive include whether he looks like he could fix a toilet. Not only if he looks like he’s capable of fixing a toilet, but that he must also appear like the kind of guy who is willing to do that kind of chore. Its unsavory, potentially messy, but highly necessary. Shout out to my husband of going-on nearly three decades: what the man lacks in rugged appearance he makes up for in willingness and capability. He and I had a good chuckle about the post. We also both agreed that it was odd that someone who fancied herself a designer believed that she could find a reasonably priced plumber in this economy.
A couple weeks later, the husband in that family also had the occasion to use the listserv and, in the process, cured me of my curiosity regarding his plumbing skills. The email was sent while he and his family were enjoying our neighborhood playground. Its not big by any means, but it backs up to forested greenspace and has a couple of swings and a small wooden play structure. He confessed that he wasn’t sure “who in the neighborhood handled these kinds of problems,” but that there was currently a dead squirrel—appearing fresh!—right on the sidewalk at the park. He was very concerned that a child might step on it or touch it, and he needed to make “someone” aware.
Had I been in town when I received the email, I would have considered walking down to the playground with a shovel myself. In hindsight, I should have sent my boys over to pick up the dead squirrel and chase each other with it. This is the world we are living in: Adults overestimating the magnitude of run-of-the-mill inconveniences while being both unwilling and incapable of solving the problem. The dead squirrel posed such an acute threat to children that the best course of action was to stand over it’s still warm body and send an email? Why people are so convinced that it is somehow easier for other people to solve the world’s pinnacle problems–like dead vermin removal or serving on Social Committees–never ceases to amaze me. Good grief man, what are you going to do if there is an intruder or a fire?
I took a few moments to calmly organize my response before replying:
“No one is really in charge of dead wildlife removal. I would normally be willing to help any neighbor in need, but I am currently out of town on a hunting trip. If you missed the trash cans sitting near the entrance to playground on your way out, have no fear. I’m sure a coyote will grab the carcass overnight.”
Oh dear lord….
HOA: I recently became a homeowner and was invited to the annual meeting, where someone attempted to pressgang me into joining. My response was firm that I wasn’t interested and I’d “served my time as VP in my last community” for 7 years. NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
Listserv: One of the downsides to joining this stuff is you have people who post all kinds of crazy stuff. Hey the cheap concert tickets are nice but you gotta listen to someone asking about a plumber or wild rodent control. This is why I do not use social media.
I will also say that I might be able to fix a toilet. I’d likely spend several hours, make two trips to the home store, and finally get it done, but I’ll choose to call a guy who can fix it in 30 mins. That’s my evaluation of the value of my free time-others may vary. The sad part is that neither of these two young adults apparently did anything other than ask on social media who could help them. Ah google? Maybe these folks needed to take “adulting” 101 thru 401.Report
Decades ago we lived in a neighborhood of single-family houses full of unionized blue-collar skilled tradesmen. Replacing a piece of plumbing yourself simply wasn’t done. You hired a plumber. The plumber hired a carpenter to replace a rotted door sill. The carpenter hired an electrician to replace a broken light switch. The electrician hired a painter to do any painting, who brought in a sheetrock guy to repair the hole in the sheetrock. It wasn’t the main reason, but having the neighborhood mad at you because you did minor repairs yourself was one of the reasons we moved to a different part of the country.Report
We don’t have a listserv, but we have a Facebook group. We get those kinds of questions all the time. Normally, it’s not the questions that are embarrassing, it’s the answers.
I recently responded to a guy whose car had burst into flames, and he wanted to know how to notify the manufacturer that his 6 year old car had burned itself to scrap and that maybe there’s an problem they need to issue a recall over. The number of people who thought that was a perfectly reasonable action to take…
I explained that with out an investigation report from the FD or insurance company, he wasn’t going to get anywhere (and the likelihood of a comprehensive investigation was low), so just let the insurance company handle it.
But most of the posts are about how their internet is down, or how someone stole a package off their porch at 2am.Report
I was invited to join a Nextdoor for my section of town. I decided that wasn’t something I needed. Also sometimes I am the neighbor whose yard gets complained about, I’m sure: I work full time, I am tired a lot and have allergies, sometimes I just don’t get to things that fast.
I also don’t want the gossip; I live in a small town and I KNOW what people are going to talk about when a Muslim family/same-sex couple/immigrant family moves into the area, and I just don’t want to deal with it.
(Also I admit with some embarrassment I hired a plumber to replace my kitchen faucet. I probably could have done it myself but like I said: I’m old and tired and sometimes don’t get to things very fast, and paying A Guy meant it was done two days after I picked out the faucet. Then again, I’m a professor, not an online influencer.)
That said: I have removed dead animals from my own yard, including burying a stray (?I hope) cat that apparently got hit by a car and crawled into my drive to dieReport
Interesting social commentary. As one who regularly fixes plumbing, installs fixtures, hangs drywall and builds all sort of wooden things I can relate to where you and your husband come from.
Having lived in Metro DC for a decade, and Seattle before that I can tell you however that the jack of all trades husband is getting farther and farther bawneen. My dad – a historian – was self taught in a number of the trades as his dad – a preacher – never had to do them because someone in the church always did. Dad taught me the basics and I enjoy it enough to want to do it, so I have learned a lot. I in turn am trying to teach my kids, and they do mess about in bits and pieces.
But that’s not really the norm in a great many places. Those two young parents likely grew up in homes where those sort of tasks were outsourced – either for reasons Michael describes or because their parents were in an economic strata that did it regularly. And there was a dearth of Home Economics and Shop taught for decades in urban and even rural suburban school districts. No one in my Gifted Program in highschool took shop, and even if they had wanted to our school only offered it for a semester every other year.
Does it suck that this is where we are? Mike Rowe certainly thinks so. It also means that any of my kids who decide to pursue a trade will be very well paid over their working lives, and can take care of me in the lifestyle I hope to become accustomed to.Report
I find the genderdness of it odd, and off-putting.
Coincidentally, the jack-of-all-trades in my partner’s family is her mother, who redid much of our bathroom, from drywall and tile to a new vanity, dropping the sink and installing the faucet. I can fix a toilet, and helped install the aforementioned faucet, but for pretty much any plumbing beyond that, or anything electrical whatsoever, I’m calling her or a professional. Hell, I lived in apartments for all but the last 3 years of my adult life (and I’m old), so I’ve never had to do much more than fixing a toilet because I didn’t want to wait for maintenance to show up for a non-emergency. I dunno why I’d be embarrassed by this. I find it kinda funny that there’s anyone still around under the age of 70 who still thinks I should be.Report
If you haven’t visited @BestofNextDoor, you oughta. Well, maybe. If you like the sort of insanity that normal people participate in.
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The poster is incorrect.
One set of footprints are his.
The other is from when Jesus was carrying the snow-vandal who was clearly doing the Lord’s work as he picked this guy’s yard to showcase his skills.Report
The polls are fabulous.Report
Speaking as a guy who lacks all those household skills. LOL LOL. Yeah no emasculation or embarrassment here. I’ll cook a good piece of halibut but fishing is boring also. Adult manhood should come with a bit of “who cares what you think a man is”. Paying skilled people to do tasks better then me is luxury i’m happy with. We both win.
Haven’t looked into faucet replacement so i have no idea if i would do it or not but i have kicked a dead cat into the woods so that others wouldn’t see it.
One thing i always remember about home repairs is how many times i’ve seen experienced tradesmen absolutely confused about some crazy pants repair done by someone without a clue. In some of those cases i, not a great repair guy, could clearly see how f’d up the previous homeowner had been.Report
My own new home was beautifully but amateurly remodelled. The surface looks amazing but when you get under the counters or behind the coverings the noobishness of the work is apparent. Also they put installed new drywall over top of the lathe and plaster that existed before which means the prior owners are now guaranteed a place in hell when they die.Report
We had that – and when we did a to the studs remodel years ago we had to have both lead paint and asbestos remediation in effect to take down the plaster and lathe. so your remodel may have a safety reason – albeit on that could be addressed if the funds were available.Report
The house was built at the turn of the last century. The odds that asbestos was installed in the drywall strikes me as relatively low (lead is a possibility but I guarantee you the previous owners were not thinking of such things when they slapped up the new drywall). Having been raised in an old farm home where my parents (and we unfortunate kids) had to remove the lathe and plaster by hand I appreciate, deeply, how absolutely awful it is for the mess and dust that goes absolutely everywhere when you tear that old plaster down. Still, no sympathy. You put drywall over plaster and it’s off to hell with you. I don’t make the rules.Report
As someone who owns a house where the plaster keys are starting to give way, I’ll disagree with you on laying some thin drywall over it.Report
Special section of hell for that. All the actual war criminals dont’ want to mix with the bad home repair people.Report
Well yeah, you gotta maintain standards.Report
Our last house was built in 1916 and had been “updated” by a variety of competent and not competent people through out its life. Our electrician – who specialized in such houses – used to always start his visits with “I don’t know how the hell your house hasn’t burned down from this.”Report
Coworker of mine brought in a picture of some electrical work being done after her house got flooded in Allison. Showed a pulled down wall, with a power outlet inside it, attached to an extension cord.
A previous “electrician” had, when moving an outlet in a room, taken the existing outlet, plugged the extension cord into it, run the extension cord up the wall, across, and back down, then cut off the other end to splice it into the new outlet. He pushed the old one into the wall, sealed it up, and called it done.
It would have taken less work to do it right.Report
The number of times I’ve done electrical work on old houses and gotten a solid zap because some previous owner was clueless… At this point, I not only kill the breaker(s), I also have an induction tool that I wave all around the switch/outlet and all the wires in the box to make sure everything is good and dead before I stick metal tools in there.Report
Also, protip, when you figure out which breaker kills a given switch or outlet, grab a sharpie marker and write the breaker number on the back side of the outlet cover. That way if you have to go back in there, you know what breaker to start with.Report
I”m actually pro DIY home repair. But there is a mega crap ton of survivorship bias in talking about home repairs. All the people that are good tell you about it and all the people that got close to killing someone shut up. People should really stay in their lane for anything that might result in uncontrolled electricity, free flowing human waste or structures not continuing to stand.Report
The smartest thing a DIY’er can do is know their limits. I don’t do floors because my knees can’t take it. I can hang drywall, but I suck at mudding it. I can do plumbing, and basic electrical, but if it comes to running new wires in existing walls, I call a pro.
In the end, whether or not I take on a project depends on how much hiring someone will cost and how long it will take them to get me on their calendar and get the job done.Report
Hell is other people. Apropos of nothing the husbando finally frogmarched me into Home Depot to select a new facet as our old one made a grating whining when being used as a sprayer. I had put off replacing it over such a (to me) trivial concern for half a year and by this point felt I’d extracted enough time value out of the old faucet that I could no longer resist buying a new one in good faith. I was also tasked with installing it.
The chore took about 45 minutes, 40 of which was figuring out how to extract the old faucet from its throne behind the sink. Four screws had to be unfastened past the ramparts of the mass of the sink basin. Swearing was involved. The new faucet advertised minimum below the sink requirements and it was true to its word. A cleverly engineered bracket falls horizontal once the device is inserted into the hole in the granite, then you turn a screw on the faucet body to raise it flush with the underside of the counter to secure the mechanism, then the turning tool clips onto the plumbing underneath for easy use in the future. The old faucet was probably only around 5ish years old max but the difference in ease of installation was incredible.
Also, in my sweet innocent husbando’s eyes, I’m a plumbing wizard now which I shall enjoy the credit for up until something actually significant goes wrong with the plumbing in which case I’ll wizard my butt over to google to find a plumber.Report
I had the same experience installing a new kitchen faucet at my daughter’s new place. Super easy to install. The only glitch was the the water inlet valves had to be replaced since the connections didn’t match. Home Depot was kind of a nightmare there as all the valves were jumbled up from people not putting them back in the right place. It took us about 45 minutes just to find 2 that matched.
I was reminded of this exchange while reading the post:
Sherry in ‘Logjammin’ : [on video] You must be here to fix the cable.
Maude Lebowski : Lord. You can imagine where it goes from here.
The Dude : He fixes the cable?
Maude Lebowski : Don’t be fatuous, Jeffrey.Report
The essays makes me think of the children’s story Country Mouse, City Mouse, where they trade places and each finds the others living environment bewildering and unpleasant.
We are empty nesters living and working in downtown Los Angeles and our friends from the suburbs find our environment entirely perplexing and downright hostile.
We have friends and neighbors in our building who are raising school age children which many other people consider incomprehensible, since their image of city living is some dystopia hellscape.
In the same way that a rural resident has no squeamishness about the unpleasant aspects of rural life like animals (dead or living) urban dwellers adjust to the unpleasant aspects of our environment like homeless people or noise.
My wife was trying to explain how we managed without a car by taking the subway, and an incredulous friend asked “but isn’t it dark down there?” To which my wife, with a sense of humor similar to the author, replied “well the trash can fires and glow from the rats’ eyes provides enough light”.Report
I know plenty of people who are generally handy at home but draw the line at plumbing and electric work because they think those things are best left to professionals.
People have different standards on what are and what are not essential skills or knowledge. This often gets wrapped into cultural-politics.Report
I know there is an almost perfect overlap of people who angrily wonder why These Kids Today can’t gap a spark plug or change the oil, and people who angrily wonder why the tv won’t work when I already set it to Channel 3.Report
I’d probably have a plumber do it because the plumber carries insurance for when something goes wrong and the fixture explodes like Old Faithful. If I do it myself and something goes wrong, fixing it is on my own nickel.Report
“He confessed that he wasn’t sure “who in the neighborhood handled these kinds of problems,” but that there was currently a dead squirrel—appearing fresh!—right on the sidewalk at the park. He was very concerned that a child might step on it or touch it, and he needed to make “someone” aware.”
welp
what the hell did you expect him to do with the thing? make a taco?
“oh just throw it in the woods” great so now there’s a dead animal rotting away outside his yard, maybe he doesn’t want that?
“oh just throw it in your trash” most cities have rules about disposing of roadkill in household garbage and if that’s what he’s used to then why should he expect other places to work differently?
“We have one real problem in our little slice of suburbia: the neighborhood listserv.”
yeah it appears that we doReport
Sir, the fact that you do not realize that a squirrel carcass disposed of in the woods would not last long enough to rot before it was otherwise re-appropriated back to the circle of life indicates that you may not appreciate the epicurean delight of a humble squirrel taco.Report
There are lots of things I don’t know how to do or don’t know how to do well that the author here might find embarrassing. Meh.
There are also lots of things that I do do and do well that a generation or so ago folks would have never expected a man/father to do.
Those things are not entirely unrelated.
Further, life is about trade-offs. Sometimes there are jobs I could do myself but I’d rather put that time and energy towards something else, like my kids or partner. If I have a couple extra nickels to rub together, I don’t think there is anything embarrassing about hiring a professional to do it for me. Why assume that the only reason someone would hire a profession is because they can’t do it themselves? Do you ever eat out? Grab a coffee at a coffee shop? If you do, I don’t presume you are embarrassingly bad at cooking or making coffee.Report
I was struck by this: “…especially if you are hoping to let your kids free-range a little.”
I live in a big city, and both our now grown kids grew up there. They were totally free range, and somehow managed to survive to adulthood. Plus, the benefits of living in a large city were all theirs, too.Report