[caption id="attachment_960" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="You'd never know it from the street, but this house was packed with garbage."][/caption] It was an unassuming house, a two-story affair with three bedrooms and two baths. It sits on a quiet residential street in a small town in southern Minnesota, and looks like a stalwart example of the rural American ideal. Until you open the red door to the front porch. [caption id="attachment_961" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The porch. "][/caption] We were fortunate to get this house in the winter. The cold helps to keep the odors at bay, and even with a sub-freezing day brewing around us, the stench from this porch was overpowering. Dirty Dave doubled over and could not contain his retching. And this was just the front door. [caption id="attachment_962" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The living room."][/caption] There was no visible floor space in the entire house. Instead, it appeared that the occupants threw everything on the floor: chicken bones, coffee grounds, pizza boxes, tissue paper, clothes. To move from room to room was an exercise in trash surfing. [caption id="attachment_963" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The kitchen counter."][/caption] No space was spared. The cupboards were full; the bathroom, packed. [caption id="attachment_964" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="I decided not to take anything home for myself."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_965" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The master bath."][/caption] It was a never-ending misadventure in filth. Each room had its own character, and its own details. [caption id="attachment_966" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The family room."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_967" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="We found the vacuum, unused, amid the trash."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_968" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="What would Bob Vila say?"][/caption] The downstairs was bad. The upstairs did not disappoint, either. [caption id="attachment_969" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Yes, those are feathers."][/caption] Closer examination revealed a bit about the habits of the occupant of this room. [caption id="attachment_970" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Time and money to burn, apparently."][/caption] What this photo does not show is the dozens of soda pop bottles littered among the refuse. Each bottle was filled with urine. The rest of the house was much the same: a garage packed with garbage; bedrooms full of trash; a basement full of bricks and clothes and junk. We loaded up a cube truck twice and a large dump trailer three times before we had reached the floors. In cases like these, there isn't much goofing around. We show up to work. The less time we have to spend in a mess like this, the better. We had six guys out to this job, and we were on site for less than six hours. We even managed to clean the place before we left. [caption id="attachment_971" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The living room, after."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_972" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="Mirsad Kekic, a true DuAll Star, tackles the kitchen sink."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_973" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Dirty Dave works on the bathroom."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_974" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The master bedroom, cleaned."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_975" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="As good as it's gonna get."][/caption] Then it was back to the shop. In upcoming days, I'll show you some pics of the cat-poop house that I saw today. Oh, and I also checked out a sewer backup. All in a day's work.

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