Ever since we bought the land and started sorting through the previous owner’s stuff, I have been hoping that we’d come across his stash. Maybe it would be dollar bills, or maybe gold bullion, or maybe just some really cool antiques. You can imagine the thrill that ran through me when we tore up the carpet in the front room and found this trap door:
What would be under there? A collection of rare coins? Jewels? A kilo of pot? His gun collection? (We had already found a typed inventory of the previous owner’s gun collection. He owned many.)
For several months, we left a large book case above the trap door. But then my parents hauled all the donate-able stuff to Goodwill, and the trapdoor was left unguarded. It was fortuitous, though – one day after that, Lars forgot to bring his keys, which meant no power, etc. He was able to lift himself up through the trap door and open the door from the inside. Until I can get him to reenact the process for me, I sadly have no photo.