Digging Out the Little House

We have a small concrete-block building across the yard that serves as an occasional extra bedroom. It's 15 x 15 feet square. It was the first thing we cleaned up and redid when we bought this property. You can look back on it here.
The last time anybody slept in that building was the weekend of Anna's wedding, 15 months ago. I knew that it was really, really filthy. I didn't want to think about it. But Julia is making noises about bringing friends home for fall break, and I told Adam we needed to inspect the building before anybody even thought about staying over there.
 Well ...

Termites have been working. The floor joists are rotten. The floor is giving way. Time to rip it all out. First we had to empty the building of furniture.

 It's hot and dry now, and all this furniture is benefiting from a good airing.

 I'd found some scary-looking poop in the building, poop I was afraid had come from some snake. I told Adam we might have a snake infestation. (That's my phobia showing.) Thankfully, this proved to be not so! All he found under the floor was old pecan shells. That means squirrels.

 So many pieces of wood with severe termite damage:

 The termite tunnels ran all the way up the walls. Ugh.

This afternoon he pulled all that subfloor out and then pulled out all the 8x8 joists. That's hard work in 93 degree weather!

Adam plans to take the 4x4 posts from the garden that he used for the tomato trellising, and use them for new joists. (My tomato plans for next summer have totally changed, so this is fine with me.) But before putting in a new floor, he's treated the ground underneath to kill the termites. He'd previously treated the perimeter of the building, but now he's treated the ground under it.

In addition to this little project, we have lots going on at church, lots going on in our family, lots going on with work and hobbies. Illness, travel, funerals, festivals, painting, census work, singing, piano, mowing, and on and on. Today I just added two more piano students! Yay!

I'll feel better when that little building is clean and tight again. Someday, wouldn't it be lovely if it had a screened-in porch wrapping around it, a little bathroom and kitchenette? Somewhere somebody could live simply? It's a thought.