Evolution Teaches us Fear ....
So, I had a flood light out on my house and I broke out the ladder and went up to fix it.
I have a 16 foot ladder and went up with the expected wobble and the Euler's buckling theorem nestled gently in my brain.
I did not like it. No sir, I did not.
I checked the other lights and there is one on the corner of my house that is out as well. (I replaced them a few years ago.)
I broke out the respectable 16 foot ladder and ran it up. It was about 4 feet short.
For info, I went into the big box hardware store and looked at ladders. They had a 28 foot ladder. It was a magnificent beast.
But, as I approached it, I had this chill run through me remembering being up only 16 feet on a man made object. I couldn't get near it. Nausea, fear, flashbacks of camp fires in the brutal cold, sounds of beasts and sub-men and beasts howling in the shadows. Flee to the cave ... flee, flee, others can defend the clan. Crom will not ignore my broken body strewn on the ground.
My Dad used to say I paint better with my left hand because I hold on better with my right. Truer words have never been spoken.
I'll pay a dude with the right ladder. It's money well spent.