Step one was to figure out just what it was going to take. Using an online ball pit calculator from chiliahedron.com, I estimated that filling my space (36 squared feet, three feet high) would take about 1000 balls. I hit the internets and looked for deals on balls, found said deal, and placed the order.
Then, I needed a frame. This took a bit more work. I went to Home Depot and picked up 43 feet of 2x4's and did work. After some trial and error, here's how it looked:
Once the frame was set, I put down two matresses on the floor, and stapled plastic poultry fencing to the wood.
Then came the balls. It turned out that 1000 wasn't nearly enough. I went out and found another 1100 and added them. Here's me and my roomates.
There are, of course, several rules about what is or isn't allowed in the ball pit, for sanitary reasons. For example, no food, no open containers of drink, everyone must be wearing boxer shorts, at least, and anyone in the ball pit must be at least 14 years of age (set low because Fred and I do Young Life.)
We've since had all sorts of friends come over and enjoy the ball pit. As Mr. Munroe said,
"it has the slightly unnerving effect that we now have no idea how many people are in the apartment at any given time."
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