When I first started this occupation, I could scarcely tolerate crawlspaces. They were creepy, but a person needs to do what a person needs to do. When first moving into homes that I bought, I would always worm my way into the crawl and lay the plastic and check things out and so forth. Not fun, but a person needs to do. . .
Over time, things have changed a bit. Now it is sort of fun to get into crawlspace-dive mode. Alright crawlspace, what fun things are you laying out for me here? Mud. Ugly access. Coons or worse? Electrical? Whatever. BRING IT ON!
One of the things I have come to think as interesting if not downright cool are the spiders that lurk in these places. Consider the following pictures, from Garibaldi. What is it with Garibaldi and nasty-crawl spaces? Is this what "garibaldi" means in ancient North Coastal Indian dialect -- "Garibaldi": (n) nasty crawl space?
Mummified spiders in second pic below. Probably from a bigger, tougher, or smaller and more cunning spider. Very interesting. . .
First, a cool salamander or something upon entry.
Next, spiders killed and mummified by their arenaic (spiderian) peers. . . Look how they are white as snow, frozen in space and time.
The likely protagonists, here. . .
Ok, enough spideys for the moment. This is why I wear raingear and full face protection in the crawl spaces. There is enough to WRASTLE around in the space to need to worry about some little spider critter wanting a ride outside. . .