Unfortunately that little stuff breaks up into little pieces.
So I'm yanking up all the parquet floor after all instead of pulling up the particle board underneath and replacing that. It's sort of satisfying, in a violent OCD kind of way where I rip out exactly 3 rows and then sweep and I try as much as possible to rip out each 4x4 section whole. (It's not possible as often as I'd like it to be.) D. suggested that pulling up the parquet will go about as fast as I can get pissed off, but I just can't seem to get pissy enough for it to go really, really fast. At least it's happening in a relatively clean fashion. The floor isn't pretty, but I can walk around without it going crunch crunch crunch.
The best news in all this is that the floor will be done much sooner than expected. Way before Christmas. Hopefully before Thanksgiving. Possibly (!) before Halloween.
D. said something awesome that's keeping me excited about this project. He said his father told him that when you complete something like this, it makes a house more into a home. You'll always be able to look at it and say to yourself, I did this, and it's beautiful.
I'm really, really looking forward to the first time I see and think that.
I'll try not to look in the direction of the new hole in the wall so that moment can come sooner. I didn't do it! And I don't want to know who did it. I just hope nothing broke when it happened.
Argh. Construction. Argh argh argh. But it will be over sooner rather than later. Yay!