A Big Hole

My husband and I were up in the attic moving some boxes and clearing out some of Mom's stuff. I said something about a stack of National Geographics that we could take to recycle and went back to the other end of the attic to get another box. I heard a strange, kind of loud noise and my husband yelled. I asked if he was ok and I heard another noise and he yelled again. I thought he had fallen down the ladder!

I ran over, looking down stairs and he moaned from under the eaves. He had accidentally stepped where there was no plywood and fell through the ceiling! (don't feel bad if you are laughing, I am too) He was just hanging on the trusses by the arm pits! So, I'm standing there asking if he has broken any bones trying not to laugh even though I was worried about him being hurt and thinking about having to fix what I was sure was a huge hole in the ceiling downstairs. Dang, why didn't I take a camera up there???

Poor guy, nothing seemed broken (other than the ceiling) but I had him soak in some Epsom salts. He is limping around pretty bad now. He twisted his knee and bruised his ribs. Notice in the picture on the top that was taken from the attic, you can see the bear on the bed below. If we had known he was right over the bed it would have been easier for him to just drop on down instead of climbing out of the hole and then having to struggle down the ladder!

I wonder if he will climb back down the hole and hang by his arm pits again to let me take a picture. I guess I can settle for a picture of him on his crutches.

BTW, the hole looks MUCH bigger downstairs looking up than it did upstairs looking down.