Unclean! Unclean!

Today we had a termite inspection done on our prospective new dwelling, with results that were not cool. Turns out that, while the house has no evidence of active termite infestation or even termite damage, there are some "shelter tubes" in the garage on a wall shared with the house, meaning termites have made themselves cozy there at one point in time. And as the inspector-lady puts it, these aren't exactly the kind of creatures that leave on their own, but the kind that must be evicted by the Orkin man. These little shelter tubes will cost somebody $800 to clean up.

Luckily we stipulated that our agreement of sale was contingent upon a satisfactory termite inspection, meaning if the seller won't remediate, we can back out of buying the house. I say "luckily", but we are totally bummed because we really, really like this house. Not enough to buy it while it could be riddled with termites, but this house is too perfect for us to be true.

Add this set-back to my dealing with a charlatan loan officer who quoted me over $10,000 in closing costs to our dual-agent realtor who is THE DEVIL, and it seems like nothing is going right for us this week. It's just not fair that we should happen to find this adorable, reasonably-priced house in an excellent location, because I swear to you there are no more like it in this town.