Thank you, SG Hive brain! Lots of good suggestions, a couple of which might actually work perfectly for the project I have in mind. (insert impish grin here).
Now I must tell you a tale. I'm house hunting here in Los Angeles, and I found this adorable house on craigslist that I thought would suit me and roomie-to-be d23 just right. (Really, that doesn't happen on other porn sites. The models do not become your roomate.):
So I went to see this house. First, I was met by a very cute cat named Oishi. I asked jokingly if Oishi came with the house, and was told, not jokingly, "yes". Ok, well, I can handle a cat. Fatdog could use the company during the day. But I was pretty no on the fact that the central heat was busted (you do actually need that in the winter here) and that the bedrooms shared a wall (really? That's just a bad idea with grown-ups.).
Then i noticed something that is just out of the frame in the photo. A bright orange trapdoor in the living room floor. The landlord hadn't mentioned it, so I had to ask "So I see you have a trapdoor in the living room floor..."
"Yes", said the landlord "that's where I live." I really thought the man was kidding. Until he opened up the trap door, and underneath it was what had once been the garage. It was now a tiny one-room apartment, accessible only through the trapdoor.
WTF?
Who in the world is OK with their landlord living in a hole in the floor like some kind of wacky troll? Popping up at all hours to use the kitchen or the crapper?
SRSLY. WTF?
Now I must tell you a tale. I'm house hunting here in Los Angeles, and I found this adorable house on craigslist that I thought would suit me and roomie-to-be d23 just right. (Really, that doesn't happen on other porn sites. The models do not become your roomate.):
So I went to see this house. First, I was met by a very cute cat named Oishi. I asked jokingly if Oishi came with the house, and was told, not jokingly, "yes". Ok, well, I can handle a cat. Fatdog could use the company during the day. But I was pretty no on the fact that the central heat was busted (you do actually need that in the winter here) and that the bedrooms shared a wall (really? That's just a bad idea with grown-ups.).
Then i noticed something that is just out of the frame in the photo. A bright orange trapdoor in the living room floor. The landlord hadn't mentioned it, so I had to ask "So I see you have a trapdoor in the living room floor..."
"Yes", said the landlord "that's where I live." I really thought the man was kidding. Until he opened up the trap door, and underneath it was what had once been the garage. It was now a tiny one-room apartment, accessible only through the trapdoor.
WTF?
Who in the world is OK with their landlord living in a hole in the floor like some kind of wacky troll? Popping up at all hours to use the kitchen or the crapper?
SRSLY. WTF?
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Spider style serial killer in the making...