Seriously, this doesn't seem like much by the photos, but I am the MAN! I'll explain: We needed to insulate (and put a plastic vapor barrier) in the crawlspace under the kitchen because there is minimal heat in the kitchen and we are trying to be all green with our energy consumption. Problem with this is that this is no normal crawlspace, it is more of a 'slither space'. See Photo #1:
For full disclosure, my dad had been partially under there already. This was before we knew about the dead cats and he the only opening he had to go thru was a small part of the old floor that we had ripped out. So really, my dad is really way more awesome than me! He didn't have my snazzy suit or the high-voltage work light. Kudos to Dad, the ORIGINAL MAN. Check out your daughter, following in your footsteps (or I guess "Belly path" might be more accurate a term).
Anyway, here's a little photo of me in my "Devo" gear, as Marc calls it. (I am from Ohio after all). This ansemble consists of my Tyvek jumpsuit, men's knee socks, 2 belts (one a tie, the other duct tape), cut t-shirt sleeve over my face (Marc was so nice as to put the "pit" side on the back of my head), safety glasses, and gloves duct-tapped to my suit. I really know how to bring the Klassy to the construction site, no?
In case you are wondering why I had to do this, instead of Marc, the answer is because he can't fit. Not only in the 'slither space' but thru the 12" spaced joists on the porch (now I see why he didn't want to make them 16"!) So add this to the list of things that suck about being sorta skinny. I'd put it below both having to always sit on the hump in the middle of the backseat and using your narrow hand to fish things out of the garbage disposal.