One panel though, as I had it in my hands, and was standing on the ladder, split in two. I FREAKED OUT.
Small pieces instantly started falling away. I instinctively grabbed at the panel like one would a baby falling, just pulled everything tight to my chest, and with both arms tightly under the panel. And…not a piece fell to the roof.
All the while the sun was blazing on my bald head, and sweat ran in rivulets down my skin.
When the four panels were out, I felt as though I had aged ten years. I gave up on the rest of the work for the afternoon, and dashed home. I was so traumatized that I did not even think to take an image of the pile-o-glass.
When I told Scott the story, he calmly said: “You should have duct-taped the panels first.”