There are a few things I hate about being the owner of a rental home. My parents owned two homes, and they rented one to people they knew. They had a one-year lease, since mom and dad were planning to sell the new house and move back into the one on the mountain. Mom and dad were sure they knew the people well until the lease ended. They had a one month to vacate notice, that turned into six months. It had mom and dad worried they may have to rent a home because they sold their house. If the people didn’t move out soon, they would have no place to live. Dad finally had the state police physically remove them. When dad walked in, he was devastated. The windows were broken, there were holes in the walls, and doors were off their hinges. The grass was so long that it was up to our waist and there were snakes everywhere. Mom and dad had two weeks to get the mess cleaned up and make the house livable. Dad called in a favor from a local general contractor and told them what had to be done. He needed window installation, door replacements, new drywall and painting. He also needed a deodorizer because the house smelled of dogs and cats. When he told him he needed a gardener to do some landscaping, mom laughed. They had already planned on doing the landscaping together, but needed someone to do the door replacements and window installation. Dad said the general contractor owed him a big favor.