Last night I was atop this ladder jostling with the ceiling flush mounted lamp wishing that I had 3 arms. Analyzing from this perspective thinking that they had to have designed this operation as a one man job. Right? The fixture’s straps string between rafters so I hoist the contraption with the one hand and wield the hammer with the other. I reared back with the hammer and gave it a whack — there was this greenish blue flash and then total darkness. The vibration traveled down the stud and poof! The one and only bare bulb illuminating the place was toast. (remind me to get a pen light for my pocket protector) I inched my way down the wobbling ladder and then down the stairs for the door. Black as pitch.