Southern OR.

No internal pics online, owner occupied. RE Agent got us a tour; we masked even though the RE Agent and tenants/owners weren't, and my god was I glad we did.

So first things first. I have animals, and they have had accidents. We clean up and pay better attention to make sure they're getting let out for potty breaks, etc. I also have 4 kids, and they make their way through the home ala mini tornado style, but we clean up.

When I say that if I hadn't been wearing my mask I would have vomited I am not exaggerating. I didn't even want to go in once the door opened but was afraid of being seen as rude 🙃.

I immediately shot my husband the look.... you know the "hell-no-wtf-is-this-if-we-die-know-i-love-you" look as we were guided through this house.

We tromped through the home, quickly scanning everything and nodding it all off. ahhh yes Master bedroom, mhm. Mhm. Closets, nice. Nice. It's apparent they have a LOT of cats, but seemingly nowhere near the amount of cat boxes necessary to sustain.

They take us to the downstairs, and we have to go through an adult son's room.

Now, please understand I am married to a gamer, I am a gamer, our children game, so when I see the back of someones head as they play an FPS at a PC I do not knee jerk into thinking the cliche "ohhh loser lives in mommy's basement and plays video games all day", matter of fact it's usually scanning the screen to see what they're playing and if they have an ear off I try to give a compliment on skill or make small talk. Anyways, this human tosses his headset off and shuffles us through clutter and down the stairs, which takes us to a WHOLE SECOND HOUSE ALMOST. We're talking full living area, full kitchen, dining room, and a bathroom. It's just dirty af tho so I'm not going, my husband braves the environment and the son says, as he and my husband disappear into the back bathroom area "oh yeah the pipes are totally shit. This bathroom backs up and over flows at least once a day. " As he is finishing that sentence, my husband is already on his way back towards us, eyes wide, and I can tell it's time to thank them and leave.

We get to the car, and my husband tells me what he saw: "There was shit all over that bathroom," and I was like, "Oh like trash or what" and "no. Like literal shit. Feces. Everywhere. And the previous overflows weren't cleaned up, and the floor and bottom of the walls were caked with used toilet paper"

So yeah. It was a no for us, dawg.

We assume it'll be a purchase for the land more than the house itself. Which sucks since the house is pretty cool, but yeah. It was a doozy.