It’s Raining Mice Poop
We purchased Main Street House as a long term investment property and a short term place to call home.
The renovations we’ve done so far have revealed the fact that groundhogs, raccoons and skunks have taken over the property as if it were theirs. But they weren’t the only ones who took advantage of the fact the house had been vacant for two years… because MICE.
A Short Recap
The house is a 3 bedroom 1 bathroom home for which our vision is a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom after we renovate the attic. It also has a 2 car garage with a good sized one bedroom one bathroom apartment above it.
Even though we want to move into the house once it’s in livable condition, we’re focusing our energy on renovating the apartment so we can start filling our pockets with rent money… and if we can figure out how to get a washer & dryer in the small space we’re golden!
So far all we’ve done is demo in the apartment (YAY! DEMO!!- because who doesn’t love smashing things apart with a sledge?)… But we have some good stories already.
On that note:
The “It’s Raining Mice Poop” Story
The apartment (and the house for the matter) has drop ceiling… I hate drop ceiling.
I understand that it makes sense in some scenarios, but I think whenever you can do drywall you should do it. It gives a much cleaner look and your return on investment (if you’re selling) is much better than with drop ceiling. But I digress…
So what’s one of the first projects we tackled on the apartment renovation?
Remove the drop ceiling of course!
We started in the living room and the only problem we ran into was the fact that some of the tracks for the drop ceiling were the only supports holding up the insulation. So we had to leave two tracks up until we drywall the ceiling.
Since the living room went so smoothly I happily started removing the drop ceiling in the kitchen… But I kept feeling little pieces of debris hitting me- at the time I thought it was just pieces of the drop ceiling. Stuff was going down the back of neck, in my hair, in my shoes and even down my shirt… when I looked down to assess the damage….
“F#!k M#-hF$t…. it’s not pieces of the drop ceiling! It’s raining mice poop, AGAIN!” I screamed.
I say again because we just spent over 5 days at work removing mouse poop infested soffit for a client. So it wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been only the first time that week I had mice poop falling all over me.
And it’s no fun when mice poop rains down, but then when it falls down your shirt and finds it’s way into your bra AND you’re sweaty, all bets are off.
I guess you could say I’m just damn tired of it raining mice shit.