My fella was supposed to help me clean my gutters yesterday at 5 p.m. He ran late, but opted to do the deed anyway. It was cold. It was dark. The ground was wet. The extension ladder we had was ok for most of the house, but on one side, the top of the ladder barely reached the gutter.
He didn't pull any stunts (thank goodness) but there were several spots that were pretty scary for me as a spectator, new girlfriend, homeowner.
I guess this was a "need to be there" Six. I was freaking out watching my new love risking his neck to remove leaves from my gutter. But it all turned out well. He survived and he still loves me.