I couldn't do it, Phil, unless they drugged me with tranqs or something. I'd go crazy trying to get out...too claustrophobic! I guess that must be somewhat of a familiar thing to a miner, though? Not something as small as the wire basket, but tight quarters at least.

I almost couldn't finish a Nevada Barr novel once, Blind Descent. It took place in Carlsbad Caverns and the descriptions of the tight, tight, small cracks the main character had to go through just about had me going through the roof.