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Was meaning to take my dogs for a long walk tonight, we’re talking like 2.4 miles.
However as early as 2 blocks away into the stroll I heard these loud meows even though I was wearing expensive and very effective noise canceling headphones.
I took off the headphones and started tripping out because the meows were reverberating and sounded like they were in another dimension.
After a few seconds I figure maybe they’re coming from under the storm drain where evil clowns usually live, I peer down trying to get a look and sure enough that’s where a kitten’s cries were emanating from.
But I couldn’t see anything and realized my head can’t fit through there. I started wondering where do the sewers go and how does one get in there?
Imagined the only way is to open the man’s hole cover as they say in the sewage industry.
I had no idea about how a man’s hole works, so I Googled how to get inside a man’s hole and saw that theres usually a pry bar type tool that’s used, looks like a piece of rebar with the tip bent, so I decided to cut the walk down to 1.4 miles and afterwards I would go home hoping to find a pry bar or something like it in my shed.
After the walk I went back to the drain and the kitty could still be heard trapped in there, so I go home and sure enough there was a perfectly long pry bar I forgot I had.
My long shaft with its crooked tip went perfectly into the tight slot and I opened a man’s hole for the first time.
Then I started wondering whether there was an actual kitty down there or if it was some kind of demon/crytpid instead, mimicking a kittens cry.
I waited until I got a visual confirmation and there it was, a kitty in distress.
So I jumped down there and tried to call it over but the kitten had scurried down that tunnel with its back against the wall metaphorically, there wasn’t a wall literally but instead there was water, lots of it, running deep most likely.
After a couple minutes my negotiation skills were going nowhere so I went back home and figured I would use a measuring tape to extend it down the tunnel and use it to scare the imprudent and short-sighted animal towards me.
Any other long tool would not be maneuverable inside that confined space.
That shit worked but required a bit of patience, dexterity, and flexibility.
Figured if I went back there after my walk and I could still hear the cries I would have to try and help it to the best of my abilities, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sleep with a clean conscience knowing that it’s going to starve, drown, or die of a heatstroke in a concrete oven (gonna be 92f tomorrow.)
However as early as 2 blocks away into the stroll I heard these loud meows even though I was wearing expensive and very effective noise canceling headphones.
I took off the headphones and started tripping out because the meows were reverberating and sounded like they were in another dimension.
After a few seconds I figure maybe they’re coming from under the storm drain where evil clowns usually live, I peer down trying to get a look and sure enough that’s where a kitten’s cries were emanating from.
But I couldn’t see anything and realized my head can’t fit through there. I started wondering where do the sewers go and how does one get in there?
Imagined the only way is to open the man’s hole cover as they say in the sewage industry.
I had no idea about how a man’s hole works, so I Googled how to get inside a man’s hole and saw that theres usually a pry bar type tool that’s used, looks like a piece of rebar with the tip bent, so I decided to cut the walk down to 1.4 miles and afterwards I would go home hoping to find a pry bar or something like it in my shed.
After the walk I went back to the drain and the kitty could still be heard trapped in there, so I go home and sure enough there was a perfectly long pry bar I forgot I had.
My long shaft with its crooked tip went perfectly into the tight slot and I opened a man’s hole for the first time.
Then I started wondering whether there was an actual kitty down there or if it was some kind of demon/crytpid instead, mimicking a kittens cry.
I waited until I got a visual confirmation and there it was, a kitty in distress.
So I jumped down there and tried to call it over but the kitten had scurried down that tunnel with its back against the wall metaphorically, there wasn’t a wall literally but instead there was water, lots of it, running deep most likely.
After a couple minutes my negotiation skills were going nowhere so I went back home and figured I would use a measuring tape to extend it down the tunnel and use it to scare the imprudent and short-sighted animal towards me.
Any other long tool would not be maneuverable inside that confined space.
That shit worked but required a bit of patience, dexterity, and flexibility.
Figured if I went back there after my walk and I could still hear the cries I would have to try and help it to the best of my abilities, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sleep with a clean conscience knowing that it’s going to starve, drown, or die of a heatstroke in a concrete oven (gonna be 92f tomorrow.)
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