and so it ends

Well the house we were sure we wanted and set on getting is no longer on the table. The sellers were not interested in actually selling so it seems and couldn't meet our terms. While we were waiting on there answer we went back out to the house for another look. And we were less enthused. It is just so trashed and completely infested with ROACHES hundreds of them they fall on you when you open the door. I would have had to wear a a hazmat suit to work on the place. When I was a kid Mom bought a trailer for us to live in that had been filled with trash for several years before she bought it. We cleaned it up but no matter how many times Mom nuked it the roaches never went away. They would cary off whole french fries in one nite, and crawl on me when I was trying to sleep. I was ok with it I guess at the time - but as an adult I feel very Scarlett O'Hara about it "as God as my witness I will never cohabitate with roaches again"

So here we go again. Oy Vey.