Day 6: Inspection Day

So, today my dad inspected the hole. Then we worked on removing all the sharp root nubs that I axed off that were sticking out the sides of the hole. That's really important because otherwise the fish could impale itself on them if it ever got depressed.
No, not really.
It's so the liner doesn't get a hole (not the cool dirt kind) stabbed into it.
My dad was like, "This is a really great hole... but can you make it 2 inches deeper?"
Fuck.
So, two more inches of worm-chopping adventure are in my future. My poor room is never gonna get cleaned...

Ode to the TONKA truck.

Before I do anything else today, I'd like to give a shout out to TONKA TRUCKS! This *essential* tool was critical to dirt removal during this CONSTRUCTION project. Werd. Disregard the wheel barrow you saw. The Tonka did all the heavy lifting. It's pictured here in it's natural habitat: FUCKIN' DIRT!  

At the close of Day 5, I am tired. The tiredness is most definitely on me. 

*Really* fookin' tired. 

But look! The hole is nearly finished! 

Time to celebrate by hugging the dog! 

Day 5: This is Fookin' Hard!

So, I almost finished the hole today, but AT WHAT COST?!?!
Well, actually, the cost was fairly chill. Just a few blisters... a neato slice on my hand... and firmly encrusted dirt all over my arms. Cool!
In other news, I rigged up a radio outside (using some super sketchy extention cord connections...) and discovered THE BEST THING EVER!
RESURRECTION REQUEST LUNCH HOUR!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow! It's a full hour of 1994 programming action!
Fueled by Spacehog, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and old skool Pearl Jam (plus a healthy dose of STP), I chopped LOTS of worms in half. According to Jes, this makes twice as many worms! (I'm a little skeptical though...)
In other news, I saw that global warming movie. It was a little ridiculous, but the line: "Reports confirm that the president has negotiated the dropping of all Latin American debt in exchange for letting Americans cross the border into Mexico," was pretty amazing. The movie was a wacky lefty propaganda flick. Not bad. =)

So, as the hole is concluded... have I learned anything? Do I feel more secure about my future?
Well, no, but I do feel more secure about the future of the fish. =D And less secure about the future of the fucking HUGE ass pile of dirt I made next to the pirate ship in the backyard... That thing is...um... a problem. I don't think my dad has noticed yet...
Maybe I'll make moving the pile of dirt next week's project!
But I don't want to get ahead of myself... The hole isn't done yet!

Photo Essay: A Day in the Trenches! (er, trench... singular)

Werd.
So, Amanda, from Lincoln, MA asks: Where does all the dirt go?
Glad you asked Amanda! Here is a photo essay explaining THE PROCESS!!!
In other news, vegans should not dig big holes. I keep trying to rescue all the worms, but I also keep chopping a lot of worms in half. Which is sad.
And now, without further ado, the photo essay:

Step 1: PICK AX! (To loosen the dirt) 

Step 1.5: MORE PICK AX!!!!!!! (to enhance my badarse image) 

Step 2: Chuck the dirt into a wheel barrow for easy transport action! (Look at that cool picture Kevin took! Dirt mid-air!) 

And that's "where all the dirt goes." This may present a problem in the near future...