A hand printed notice taped to a bulletin board in the university cafeteria read: “Two tale brick residence for lease, quaint and attractive, moderately priced, near to campus.”
Graduate university was proving to be a real obstacle, and dwelling in a noisy “animal house” faculty dorm wasn’t encouraging issues. With the aid of two roommates, we rented the previous dwelling, which turned out to be nearly anything but “quaint and charming.”
The residence was a overall mess. The roof leaked, the plumbing squealed like a tortured pig and a funky smell permeated the overall household. But it was cost-effective and tranquil.
The property experienced just one other interesting attribute. It was included, floor to roof, with Boston ivy vines that experienced not been pruned in many years, if not decades. I basically had to hack absent vines to see out of an upstairs bedroom window.
Early one morning, even though lying in bed, I was stunned to see a massive rat perched on the window sill a handful of toes from my head. I bolted from bed and ran screaming from the place like a hysterical youngster. I’m not at all proud of my un-manly reaction, but I totally hate rats! I immediately identified that the position was crawling with rodents!
With permission from the rental property proprietor, my buddies put in days pulling and scraping a thick mat of rodent-infested vines from the walls of the outdated dwelling. I supervised their get the job done from a harmless distance throughout the avenue.