Some years ago my wife and I tried a new thing for us. We bought an old house in foreclosure and renovated it to sell it. We took what was rundown and ugly and made it like new again.
One of the first issues that had to be tended to was one that announced itself to us in a most inglorious way. As I walked back into the master bedroom, I suddenly found myself standing from my waist down in the crawlspace and from there up still in the bedroom.
Termites.
What I had stepped through was the floorboard of the bedroom. It had been eaten away by the little buggers. At just three-quarters of an inch thick, it could no longer hold me in its weakened state.
My wife at some point along the way stopped laughing at my misfortune. I am betting Joanna Gaines would have sympathized if poor Chip had gone through that, but my dear Dana just thought it was hilarious.