I moved into the old house determined to make a cozy home of it...I began stripping the paint from a wall in the basement, using a dull putty knife and all my energy, sweating and grinning fiercely. I got so into it, I forgot to eat and drink and began murmuring sounds that seemed suggested by the black speckles in the air and the cursive curls of the peeling paint. Finally I was down to the LAST layer. By then I'd forgotten the lovely shade of sea-foam that I had planned to apply...all I wanted was to remove that final rusty swath and clearly see the DESIGN beneath. I ground the putty knife under a loose edge and...
__Then the blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination...