I have a storage shed in the back of my property. It was there when we bought the place. At the time, I replaced a few rotted boards and put some shingles on the top. That was sixteen years ago. A section in the back, just beneath the roof, has rotted out. It was one of the few sections that were okay sixteen years ago so I hadn't replaced it. Well, I'm not nearly as ambitious now as I was sixteen years ago, so I was going to pay someone to repair it but we've already used up everything we could possibly budget for that sort of thing having work done inside the house, and rebuilding another storage area for my lawnmower and snowblower. So I was going to have the shed fixed in the spring. Right now, it's filled to the top with bags full of insulation, salvaged from an insulation project we had done here this summer. I plan on using that insulation when I get around to completing the interior of our camp up north. Meanwhile, the shed is filled from ceiling to floor with that stuff. Ella, our three year-old cat, has learned that she can get in through the space that has rotted out in the back, and I've had to open the door for her a few times because she acts like she can't get back out again. Well, after I finally dragged myself out of bed this afternoon, I was adding some stuff to the compost pile, which is next to the shed. I was still sore and not feeling very well, but it had to be done. Ella was out there with me. Then I heard Ella yelling, and she sounded like she was scared or in pain. I thought it sounded like she was inside the shed, so I imagined she had gotten trapped beneath the bags of insulation. I called her, and she yelled again. A few times, and it sounded like she was inside the shed. So I opened the door, and removed every bag of insulation, about fifty of them. Some of them had broken open, probably from Ella rummaging around with her claws. There was no Ella in there, and she wasn't answering me anymore. I got my wife to help me look and after some calling, she came from somewhere down the tracks where she had probably been annoying squirrels or something. Damned cat. So now I have to pack all of the insulation back in the shed, and since several of the bags had broken open, I decided I'd have to double-bag them before putting them back in. Then, looking at the hole from the inside, I could see that the hole in the shed was larger than I had thought so I needed to do something about that too. If we still had a lumber yard across the street as we did until this spring, when they closed it, I would have fixed it proper but, as it is, it's not so easy getting lumber here because no one delivers to Millinocket and I can't fit a whole lot of lumber in a Chevrolet Tracker. I do have a very large tarp, however. So I spread the tarp on the roof, and tacked that into place, which should keep the rain and the snow out until this spring when I can pay someone to fix it right. Now, all of the bags of insulation are double-bagged, and they are not leaking. By the time I had finished, it was getting dark.