Remodel Speed-bumps

There's very little that stops Mr. Venture in his tracks. I've seen him slice open his hands, drop heavy items on his head/foot/other painful areas, spend multiple hours in an attic that is close to 200 degrees, etc. He'll work through just about anything. But, every now and then, we hit a roadbump that takes him out. Meet our first remodeling speed-bump:

We were all set to move into our new house, when this friendly fella came to greet us. We woke up early to pick up the U-Haul, and Mr. Venture put on his shoes. Then there was screaming. Then there was shoe shaking. Then this guy crawled out. Then there was smashing and cussing. Then there was a visit to urgent care, because the Mr. felt like his foot was on fire. According to him, it was the WORST.PAIN.EVER. Then there was a Vicodin prescription, which barely took the edge off. Then our friends had to do most of the moving for us. 

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