[Quiet Man Cometh]

We moved into a hoarders house. Sparing the details of how we got there, I'll go straight to the cleanup. It took us 13 dumpsters to empty the basement and garage, not to mention the (big) house. We had to remove *all* the carpets and hired a friend to pull them out because the carpet guys refused on the basis of it being a health hazard (it was.) The neighbour (god bless her!) spent 8 hours doing dishes on the first day, we found about 12 sets of china. There was food still sitting in fruit bowls that was white with mould (we guessed it was a mango). The neighbour rounded up almost the entire block to clean all the stuff out. We had to scrape about 6 inches of hardened dried lint off of the laundry room floor after collecting I don't know how many bags of dirty clothes from the laundry room and from on top of the dinner table. The basement floor had to be bleached (thank god it wasn't carpet!) It was a nightmare and we were living out of a fifth wheel while we were getting the house done up.

If anyone is wondering why in hell we bought teh thing, it's a *very* nice house and we knew the guy built it used quality stuff so that the subfloors and all the important, non-replacebale house parts were unscathed. :)