All of this is to say, P's been spending a lot of time in the crawl space. And some in the attic. He has a kind of love/hate relationship with them: he complains to no end about going in, but wild horses couldn't keep him out. He's put significantly more mental time and energy into dreaming about how to improve them than he's put into the interior of the house. (At least that's how it seems to me.)
He decided it was time for a special outfit for crawl space and attic work, so he could be more comfortable up/down there for a longer period of time. So, a rendezvous with his other illicit lover (McMaster-Carr), and now he's all set.
To those of you who are distressed about the appalling amount of bare skin he has exposed, let me reassure you: he does have gauntlet-length disposable gloves that he whips out when the urge strikes.