Home inspections are supposed to give you peace of mind, right? Wrong. My experience with home inspections was more like a surreal adventure through a circus of unexpected problems. I received a report that was so detailed it could have been mistaken for a novel.
The inspector’s notes included everything from "the deck is unstable" (read: it could double as a trampoline) to "the electrical wiring is outdated" (translation: it might set your house on fire). It felt like I was living in a script for a disaster movie where every scene involved a new problem.
One particularly memorable inspection revealed a family of raccoons living in the attic. I had to grapple with the image of my new home as a cozy haven for wildlife. The inspector’s nonchalant comment, “Oh, they’re harmless,” didn’t exactly reassure me. In the end, my home inspection turned into an elaborate game of “What’s Broken Now?” with an over-the-top narrator and a very cranky inspector.