Well. Almost. The last two nights, we've been working on pulling the last of the underlayment from the house. This underlayment was real plywood, nothing like the c-grade chipboard that was in the rest of the house. And it had been glued down. And somebody went to town on it with a nail gun. If somebody has a dungeon, these boards could come in real handy. With the help of our wonderbars and our little green circular saw (like our little reciprocating saw, also hungry to eat boards, but generally less eager to take on nails), we (and by we, I mean Chad) have removed most of the underlayment in the kitchen. (Some of it is under the drywall, and we decided to sleep on how we are planning on attacking that.)
We learned some valuable lessons, like, human hair is not flame retardant. When circular saw blades hit nail-laden ply, sparks fly. And when sparks fly, they catch sawdust on fire. And when flaming saw dust is in the air. . . well, watch out hair.
We'd been dreading pulling this plywood out. We knew there was lots of water damage in the kitchen, so we were always a little worried that we would pull up floor and see earth. The holes to the earth aren't enormous, but they're there. A lot of the boards are pretty thoroughly rotted... and, well, let's just say that the kitchen termites were not to be outdone by the termites in the other rooms.