Today, we went up to the house for the home inspection. When we were dropping Kee off with my mum, she asked me what they could find in the home inspection that would make us not take the house. I jokingly replied, "well, if they find a hellmouth, that would probably be a deal-breaker."
It turns out that an attic full of black mold and completely wonky electrical might do it too.
The really crappy thing is that I still love the house, and I worry that we won't be able to find anything that suits our needs quite so well (minus, of course, the toxic creeping poison and the danger of catching fire in the night) somewhere else.
We're going to see if they will drop the price so that we could afford to take care of those little problems but, considering what we had to go through to make a deal in the first place, I'm not holding my breath.
So, back to tromping through strangers' houses, critiquing the closet space and poorly planned outlet placement. Wheeeeee!