So, the tile is gone, the electrical is moved and now it’s time to remove the tub. We’re replacing it with a shower stall (who really uses the smaller tubs for baths anyway?). Except, it wouldn’t come out. Steve removed more drywall, lifted and tugged to no avail. Damn thing was really in there. So, we pulled out my grandfather’s sledgehammer. Yes, you will notice my safety conscious hubby is wearing eye protection and sandals. I stayed safely around the corner. Shards everywhere. Finally, it broke in to two large pieces and Steve was able to carry them out. Big empty space now. Not sure what’s next but you can bet I’ll post about it.