There is no cure.

Today I remembered something, and I am so shocked that I haven't mentioned this in the blog because it makes me laugh so much.

While we were selling/buying our house a few months back, and going through fire and brimstone, I might add, I saw a deal that was way too good to be true.  A 4,000 square foot home for like two-hundred grand.  I knew there was something seriously wrong with that house because houses only run for those prices if they're located in the Gobi Desert, but I decided to have my realtor look into it anyway.

We got the following message back:

HEALTH HAZARD. SHOW HOME AT OWN RISK. Home was infested with mice. Most of the mice have been removed. HOWEVER there is still a concern with possible HANTAVIRUS which can be stirred up in the air or through skin contact. There is no cure.

I am just dying over that last sentence.  There is no cure.  The agent felt the responsibility to tell us that we might contract an INCURABLE disease if we so much as visit this home.  I can think of nothing worse to say about a house.  Still laughing.

The crazy end to that story is, the house had 8 offers the first day!  That is a perfect description of the housing market 3 months ago.  Complete insanity.  And now I will say a few dozen prayers of gratitude that I survived that experience and that I don't live with mice or incurable diseases.