Note the heaps of drywall and debris that resulted from our afternoon of heavy labor. Since "Russell" was no where to be found, we returned to remove more of the remaining drywall from the second floor. While tossing debris onto the discard piles, I bent down and heard an awkward splitting sound. Huh, I wonder what that was? No matter, must continue to toss debris...Wait, what is that odd draft I'm feeling? Reach around and feel pocket dangling..."Hey, honey do these jeans make my butt look big?!" E to the rescue with the roll of duct tape previously used to seal the bucket, mend the hose, and now to keep M's dignity intact!