So, I didn't mention this yesterday but ya know how some people don't know what is and is not a bathroom when they get super bombed? Well, I'd heard stories but had been blissfully unaffected by this. Until Saturday. In my kitchen. We had some people stay over after the pub crawl and I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and H comes in and goes, "So, I don't mean to be a buzzkill but I'm pretty sure X is peeing in our kitchen." UGHHHHHHHH WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF So we spend the next hour and a half cleaning while X sleeps comfortably on the couch.
The worst part though is that they're unsealed hardwood floors. They're all waterlogged and starting to warp. H called an acquaintance with a water restoration company and he let us borrow a giant dehumidifier and some fans for the next week. They're taking up the entire kitchen and are SO LOUD. The dog is shitting herself. It's a mess. And the guy said that even with these things, it can take 3 months-ish for the warping to go back to flat. So that's AWESOME being that we're trying to sell in the next month. AWESOME.
I'm starting to get disheartened. But I do that easily so I'm trying to rein myself in.
Oh and the "suspicious device" is gone. The county came out with a van and a couple guys. Put it in a metal box. Asked us a bunch of questions about the house and where it was found and shit. The one local cop remembered the kid that lived there.