We suffered a serious loss a few weeks ago. Only now am I able to speak about it without tears.
It started out as a simple hiccup. We tried to feed her a Wii game, and she couldn't swallow it; but instead continually regurgitated it.
I guess this is that part where I should clarify that it was not as much of a loss as it was a murder.
I KILLED our Wii.
If you know me well you know that I am not the type of person to give up easily. If I believe I can accomplish a task, I will do everything in my power to do so, but if for some insane reason the task is more complicated than I could have imagined... WATCH OUT!
My first mistake was taking the knife to it! I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just couldn't resist. I was gentle and chose a butter knife, but this only created a growing obsession; I had to know what was causing the Wii I have grown to love, to act so ungrateful. Here we were offering our time and energy to play with her every day, and this is how she re-payed us?
I refused to accept it.
I had a sneaking suspicion that someone around the age of two had used my gaming beauty as a piggy bank. After some vigorous shaking, I confirmed my suspension (either that or I
knocked er shook something loose). There was only one thing left to do, unscrew every screw until I could accurately diagnose her condition. So I took em' all out, even those funky little screw only the Nintendo people are supposed to remove. Ha take that Nintendo! You can't stop a woman on a mission.
After unscrewing the console I found a few issues:
- The piggy bank theory proved correct - SCORE (because I was correct, and because I was 12 cents richer)
- A spring popped out when I opened it, never to be found again.
- I finally realized that I had no idea what I was doing, and that it was a job that should have been left to professional.
This is where our story ends. After putting her back together to the best of my ability, she looked like ROAD KILL. I had butchered one of my only means of entertainment.