- Moved into a rented home when I was in Charlottesville, Virginia, for graduate school. The previous tenant had taken was what a very lovely, multileveled back garden and crisscrossed it with so much barbed wire and chicken wire, I didn’t dare ever plant blubs or seeds without wearing heavy gloves – I lived there over 3 years, and never got all of the barbed wire out. Allegedlly it was to make separated runs for her 6 dogs.
She also decided to increase the number of power points in the livingroom by plugging in an extension cord into a kitchen power point, knocking a hole in the wall, threading the extension cord behind the wall through to the sitting room, knocking another hole in the wall, and allowing the cord to dangle there. In other places, there were live wires sticking out of holes in the walls she had punched out, then filled around with spackle.
In fact, she did so much damage to this house, knocking holes into the walls to the outside and shoddily repairing them, that I found, when I moved, weeds growing inside the house through cracks in the baseboards in the back bedroom!
The landlady tried to blame us for all the damage, but the inspector she brought in said that the house was showing signs of having been neglected for 10-15 years (she had bought it 15 years previously…) and that much of the damage was old and cumulative, and not our doing. It was so bad, in fact, that he ended up moving in to the house for about six months so he could just work continuously to get the place into some sort of repair. (This was the same landlady who would come and dig up my plants and flowers and replant them at her house, but that’s another time, another story.)
- My current house (not sure if this counts, though). We bought the house because we were first time house buyers, and had no clue – the house looks beautiful, but yikes…it’s turned out to be ‘interesting.’ (Had we known at the time, we would have had a housing inspector look at it for us – we have learnt a serious lesson here!)
This was built originally as a holiday home, and it’s in the middle of a woods, 20 miles from the nearest town. The guys who built it knew nothing about houses, but tried to build as much as they could on their own, from what we’ve found out. Over the years, we have found, amongst other things:
– that there was no seal between the bricks and the inside wallboards, so that when a nest of red and yellow hornets went up inside the chimney, hornets were constantly getting into the house.
– that there was a huge, gaping hole in the living room wall simply covered by a tacked up piece of fabric – it opened up directly under an outside crawl space.
– that when they built the chimney, they let all the bricks and cement just fall down inside the chimney without bothering to clean them out – loads of fun the first time we tried to sweep to clear up chimney fire damage!
– that they not only thought having floor to ceiling sliding glass doors in every room would be cool (7 sets), but set them in place with NO flashing or caulking. We found this out when I decided to have all of the doors replaced (they had used cheap doors, and when the seals between the glass leaked, the doors went all opaque), and the handyman fell through the floor in one room after removing the door – the floorboards in every room were rotted. A 3 day, $200 job turned into a 3 week, $4000 job
– that they didn’t put wetboard in the bathroom behind the shower, and just used ordinary wallboard – which, when it gets wet, falls on you in huge chunks.
My handyman has done so much work trying to correct all this stuff, he finally just suggested he put up new doors and then build a new house around them…it’s bonkers, really…