I listed my Metamuville house last week, and then I fled it. I crashed in Seattle and visited friends for two days while random sales reps from Confederated Realty Morons showed prospective buyers my digs. When I returned home, I found changes.
Some things were merely annoying. For instance, I purposefully left lights on. Who went around and turned them all off? And if you're going to open a cabinet, please close it.
Some things were appalling. Whoever dropped a deuce in my master bath, you really needed to flush twice.
And some things were psychotic. That same toilet was clogged on next use. When I plunged it, I found a handful of change in the bowl.
And people still ask me why I'm a recluse.