I’ve heard a lot of stories about home ownership, since I started the house hunting process. My favorite comes from a friend, who bought a place which turned out to be infested not with termites, or mice, or even rats but with squirrels, who had apparently set up a cozy little nest in the walls. (Don’t ask me how the inspector missed this.)
The place had previously been occupied by a renter, and my friend saw him one day and asked him about this and he said, as if this were a common household nuisance with which any homeowner should reasonably expect to contend, “Oh sure the squirrels!”
I have a feeling that I am embarking upon a great and unpredictable adventure.