My apartment is set up like that which means I lost my keys, and I have no idea where. After I finish some fandom stuff tomorrow, I'll have to go looking. I fear it's a lost cause.
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I could set my door to automatically lock behind me, but I know that would lead to trouble.
I had an unexpected vegetable in my CSA called a water gourd. It worked out really well in a standard zucchini bread recipe. And now my apartment smells like baking, which is lovely.
With the exception of when the cats threw the security bolt on the front (since disabled) all my lockouts have been due to the basement doorknob lock. It's got a deadbolt and locking doorknob.Had I thought it through, I'd've had the knob be keyed on the inside or require unlocking from the inside to turn.
Front door requires keys to lock, deck door, I assiduously only use the deadbolt ( key inside and out) and kitchen roof balcony, deadbolt + knob won't turn unless it is unlocked.
I got home from dinner to discover that my cats had knocked the paper towel rolls off the kitchen island (where they know they're not supposed to climb) and shredded them all over the floor. Guilt at not having any entree leftovers for them: vanished.
where they know they're not supposed to climb
Which has stopped no cat ever. Some are just more polite. All my paper is secreted away else I will come home to snow. Loki cannot resist temptation, no matter what shreds of politesse he may posess.
Still so charmed you ended up keeping them.
We're dog sitting a corgi this week e nd who just came in with her lower half covered in swamp muck. Oops. (That makes three-for-three on dogs who've visited here. 0 and 1 for the home team, thank you miss priss Darby.)
The corgis are low to the ground.
Of course, as soon as I posted that construction noise started up beneath me from under the house where Darby is apparently constructing an extensive labyrinth of tunnels. Swamp Thing smells worse but long term I'm not sure I'm on board for a Minotaur.
Mr. Peabody killed a mouse in the middle of the night last week. He tore the sheetrock to get to it. He lets nothing get between him and the rodent he smells. I've seen him trying to chew through landscape timbers. Now I have your traditional mouse hole, and Mr Peabody has spent every night since watching it.
I'm sticking to the paper snow.