CD Tammy wrote:It turned out that the long handcuff key had got hung up in the milk jug keeping it from falling. My shaking the framing finally freed it. It was 40 hours!
That's the thing about accidents. They don't give a damn about the things you've thought of, only the things you least expected..
My standard ice release is to put the key on a loop of cotton, then wrap the loop several times around an ice block. The ice block is then placed in a saucer or small soup plate, with the key dangling over the side. I try to make sure the knot in the loop is also dangling. That way, there's absolutely nothing that can restrict the key from falling except the ice. Once the ice melts, the cotton slides easily over the smooth edge of the plate.
If I want a longer wait, I just add more ice to the plate -- it keeps the block the cotton is wrapped around from melting as fast. I thought the cotton might slide off the ice block when partly melted, but in practice I never saw it come off until the ice was pretty much gone. Although light, the weight of the key makes the cotton dig into the ice.
To make sure the key ends up in the right place, tie another loop to the key and a fixed point, and make sure that there's nothing that the line can hang up on. Or place a bucket directly under the key to catch it. (I tended to use the latter; it's hard to keep a line both free of potential hangups and out of reach.)
So far, it's worked flawlessly. Except once. I did this in the shower. One block of ice for a short, relatively light session, the plate placed on top of the shower door.
So I'm thinking that it's about time the key fell down. Finally I look up at the key.
It's stuck. The shower door was damp, and I hadn't been paying much attention when I put the plate up. The key (itself a little damp) had swung around, slapped against the door surround, and adhered to it. It was stuck fast. The ice was completely melted.
Fortunately, and sometimes I really do think I have a guardian angel who quietly places alternate escape routes into my subconscious, I had left another key not too far away in case I made a mistake in getting in and needed to back out. It was of course now out of reach, but I had enough slack to be able to get to a towel, flick it over the key and drag it to me.
Not the scariest moment of my life, but a bit of a wake-up call ...