Backyard Homesteading is all fun and giggles, right? Well, most days it is, but not always….
As was the story of the yellow raincoat.
Don’t all good mysteries start with, it was a rainy day….
Here in south Florida, where I live, it rains in the afternoons. The only reason we will get the occasional morning rain is a cold front coming through (very rare) or a tropical something (even rarer). Since I feed, water and take care of my ducks in the morning (I have a day job) I seldom need a raincoat. But just for those days of driving rain, I got one. It’s a beautiful raincoat, bright ducky yellow with a hood.
A few weeks ago we had one of those tropical somethings come through. What’s a tropical something? Well, it could be a hurricane or a tropical storm or a tropical wave. They all dump a bunch of water. The only real difference is the speed of the wind. This one wasn’t a hurricane, but it sure was dumping buckets full, on me. So out came the ducky yellow raincoat.
I spent a good 20 – 30 minutes feeding and watering the ducks, changing their pond water and collecting eggs. But between the raincoat that comes down just past my knees and my big rubber boots, I stayed relatively dry. I was glad I had it. I ran onto the covered porch and placed my raincoat on the back of a chair to drip dry. Then headed in to get ready for work.
When I came out It had fallen on the floor, so I picked it up, put it on a hanger in my laundry room to continue to dry, hoping it wouldn’t mildew. (everything here mildews) and headed off to work.
I came home and my house smelled bad. Just sort of off like I needed to take out the trash. So I did. It still smelled bad so I washed up all our dirty clothes. Then I washed the rug and scrubbed the floor. It started to smell like something died. I was afraid I was going to have to pull all the boxes and bins out of that room to discover what was stinking. When my husband got in on the search. He told me he thought the smell was coming from my raincoat…..
Yeah, you guessed it. It was the eggs! I forgot to take the eggs out of my pockets and when the coat fell on the floor, one of the eggs broke. Two weeks in the hot laundry room. EEEWWWW! I would say “gag me with a spoon” except I didn’t need a spoon!
I took it outside and with a scrub brush and hose. I tried to clean it the best I could. But I knew it was a lost cause. It needed hot water and bleach. So into the washer it went. A good soak and a spin cycle later and there I was, holding my much cleaner and…..not at all waterproof raincoat. You can’t do that to a raincoat. I knew that, but in my desperation, the knowledge that bleach and hot water could take all the waterproofing out completely went out of my mind.
Oh well. It was not usable the way it was anyway.
Hope your day is Just Ducky!