Our feature home was a lived-in gem. As you enter through the front door you are greeted with an arousing aroma of German Roach infestation and other creatures. Our inhabitant was an avid connoisseur of Bud Light, Gatorade and Zima. These were used for urine storage since the water to the home was turned off along with electricity. Mounds of garbage staked chest high and up to the ceiling in certain rooms. The only way to navigate was a vague trail of unsure footing. Included was a collection of videos and magazines that mother would not approve of, but the envy of any avid collector. After several trailer loads to the local dump we started to receive VIP treatment.