Apparently, Nana died and left her heirs this house. However, no one has yet bothered to move out any of her furniture, jewelry, wall art, nail polish, or prescriptions. Sadly, Nana must not have owned a lawn mower to bequeath to her heirs because the lawn was so high that our 16-pound dog couldn’t do his business without his poop or pee landing on his head. He took one look at the yard and must have thought he was starring in the dog version of a Jumanji film. I guess Nana didn’t have a vacuum either because there was trash on every floor surface. We even found pills on the bathroom floor which, thankfully, our dog didn’t find first. If you want to watch the nice big 60+ inch TV in the main living space, good luck hearing it. The blowing fans (not central AC) are so loud you can’t even hear them scream “Good answer!” on Family Feud. We were instructed to take the trash to the curb for next day pickup, so my husband went out to find one can marked “recycling only” and two other crumbling trash cans that were already full of putrid smelling trash that contained Halloween-themed items. Mind you, we rented the place in July. On the positive side, Nana has a nice, big, updated bathroom downstairs with handles on the toilet in case you have trouble standing from the sitting position. Nana would not be proud.