Monday, August 27, 2012

Fun With Freecycle: Gutter Thingies


I know how much you love cleaning out your gutters.  Who doesn’t love cleaning gutters?  It’s all so much fun: the rickety ladder swaying under your feet, the feel of the hot sun burning the back of your neck, the sheer joy of reaching your hands into a pile of decomposing leaves and dead snail shells, the surprise of getting poked with old pine needles.  Cleaning out the gutters of your house is one of the great joys of summertime (or, in my case, summertime, springtime, falltime, and wintertime).

However, there are some strange weirdos who don’t enjoy a monthly gutter mucking as much as the rest of us.  These anti-gutterites, or ungutterers, walk among us like normal people while secretly harboring a dislike of gutter cleaning.  Sometimes a contra-gutterling will hold off a cleaning until his or her gutters become so clogged with gunk, that they break off from their homes and fly into space, eventually becoming a problem for our moon colony. 

No, seriously, that happens all the time.  Try ignoring your gutters for a few months if you don’t believe me.

I found a product that might help these gutterpervs.  It’s called RainFilter.  RainFilters are triangular foam strips that you stick in the gutters of your house.  Only water can go through them, so the leaves and detritus don’t get caught inside.  I don’t know why anyone would want a product like this, but I just happen to have half a box (about 15 linear feet) lying around if someone wants to try them out.

You know, one of those weirdos who hates gutter cleanings.  Freaks.


Emma Phillips said...

“Cleaning out the gutters of your house is one of the great joys of summertime…” – Well, I’m glad that you are very enthusiastic with your gutter-cleaning! A clean gutter does bring joy to every home owner. It makes sure that rain water goes directly down the spout, and prevents any leaks and water damage inside the house.

Matthew Kagle said...

That's all well and good, but some of us clean our gutters for the simple joy of nearly falling to our deaths for three days in a row.