

One of my worst apartment had bedbugs. Even with my best efforts, they moved with us. Was finally able to detroy them at the second place, but the livingroom (only room with carpet) had to stay empty for 5 months. I was afraid to even put a couch in there.
Still the worst place for me was a one bedroom apartment on the first floor in the sticks. Small little place in New England. The basement had no insulation, broken window, and access for mice. So many mice, on top of that there was a massive draft in the winter. My power outlets gave off a cold draft. How does a power outlet have cold air come through it? It was $600/month for electric heat, keeping my thermostat at 58. Im still, ten years later, in debt from three winters there. The last summer I was there, the septic backed up into the dooryard. It smelled so bad. The landlord kept trying to bandaid every issue. Until finally she paid for the building to get on sewer, and sold the place as a money pit.
She had the nerve to get mad at me after I moved out because when she pulled up the carpet it was gross under it. That carpet was not new when I moved in. I am so clean, I get massive anxiety if my place is not clean, so I’m anal about it. It was just me and a baby who lived there, like- ugh. Stupid bitch landlord, inherited the place from her father and was in over her head.
There was a drug house across the street from me once. You’d see people in and out all day/night. One perfect sunday morning, I heard a commotion. Some dude was pissed the dealer stole his money and was trying to bang the door down. It goes on for a bit, until I see the dealer come out the back with a baseball bat, the guy ran off the property to where is car is parked, and called the police on him lmao they called the police on themselves.
Both were arrested. And the drug house was done for, thank goodness. Wildly entertaining.