I really didn’t know anything about foam but I had seen a TV commercial so I bought two cans.
She wanted me to fill a hole where an old water pipe had gone through the basement wall. I confidently pointed the can and sprayed . . . and sprayed . . .and sprayed. Finally, I ran out of foam.
I was feeling pretty good about my do-it-yourself skills until one of my kids came rushing in to say he had found something scary.
Hanging there on the outside wall was a large, pulsating yellow blob, getting bigger by the second.
And I also forgot to wear those plastic gloves.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for the Morehead (Ky.) News. Contact him at email@example.com.