I’ve always been a cat lover. My favorite stuffed animal growing up was “Lion King” and I treasured my first cat, “Patches,” whom I received for my 5th birthday. Among my friends I was known for my love of cats and by the time I graduated high school our family owned three of them. In college I would even FaceTime with my cats. To be honest, I never really viewed them as animals – they were always a part of our family.
On May 21st, 2016, this drastically changed. DISCLAIMER: This post is not for the weak-stomached.
Have you ever walked into someone’s house and just knew they had cats? I wouldn’t say our house was quite that bad, probably because it was uninhabited when we first saw it, but it quickly became clear that a cat ruled this house. RULED. No joke, I firmly believe it even had its own room.
To quote our inspector…
Bees. Bees everywhere. This was the first 3 weeks of living in our house.
Bees at our front door. Bees in the wall. Bees in the vents. Bees in the bathroom. Bees crawling on the floor.
Let me tell you a little story about how bee hives get out-of-control:
A couple years ago, there was a bee hive near our roof. The owners chose to have an exterminator come out and kill the bees. No bees, no problem! Right?
Andrew and I began looking at buying a house around February 2016. With our marriage on the horizon, we thought it was the perfect time to start looking for our first home. While the thought of a move-in ready home was appetizing, we knew we’d enjoy a house that needed a little love (or a lot) – so we kept our expectations low. Additionally, we wanted a way to get a deal on a house. Enter: Auctions.
Most people I’ve spoken with have been semi-freaked out by the idea of buying at auction – they have the idea of driving to the courthouse with $200k hard cash in your pocket and wading through a sea of people to place your bid. To many-a-surprise, this was NOTHING like our auction experience! Here’s what happened…