Our granddaughter owned a house that belonged to her father-in-law.
The minute my husband walked in, he told her there was no way he was going to allow her to take our great-grandsons into the house.
Whoever had hung the ceiling lights had them plugged into electrical cords that were part of extension cords. Duct tape held together everything together, and the wood stove in the living had duct tape wrapped around the pipe to keep it together. He told her the first thing she was going to get was an electrician. She needed an electrician before moving in. My husband was an electrician by trade, but he had been retired for so long that he wasn’t sure he knew all the electrical codes and he wanted our grandsons to be safe. He called a friend who was still working as an electrician and asked him if he would come to the house and look at the electrical system. When Pete walked into the house, his mouth dropped open. He said there were more electrical problems in this house than there were mouse droppings, and they were all over the counters and floors. He said he could redo the electrical system, but it was on our granddaughter to hire an exterminator and get the woodwork repaired. There were holes everywhere that the rodents had chewed. If it had been up to my husband and his friend Pete, they would have burned the house down and rebuilt it from scratch. I couldn’t believe her father-in-law thought this house was habitable, especially for his grandchildren.