One warm summer day, the foreboding description of our next job had me curious. There was a stain on the carpet that needed to be cleaned out, which purportedly saw the final death throes of a now deceased cat. We had scarcely reached the door when my olfactory senses caught the distinctive stench of cat pee. Inside, we found an older lady, a middle aged lady who was probably her daughter, and a guy in his twenties. None of them seemed to be the type of people who were gainfully employed. This fact was betrayed to us various forms, one of which being the nature of their activities upon our arrival. Many people will sit in their living room watching a TV, but curiously enough, they were sitting there entertained with something else. I could make out some crackling voices coming over the radio scanner, something about a brush fire. In the first bedroom, we encountered the curious stain right next to the bed. Meanwhile, my mental faculties began roaming, searching for what circumstances could have possibly surrounded the incident to leave such a stain. They didn't seem like the kind of people that would kill a cat inside and try to hide it. I support this conclusion by their possession of other ill-fortuned pets that resided there and their care toward them. A small dog with little control of it's hind legs (and apparently of its bowels as well) had undoubtedly spent most of its time in the second bedroom. The scene of this second bedroom was the most horrific and illogical situations where I have had to clean. A small animal had been defecating on the shag carpet all around the room. The most horrific part was the absence of evidence of an attempt to clean any of it on the part of the dweller of the room. I can understand there being stains on the carpet from such accidents, if someone still insists on keeping such an animal in their bedroom. However, what I don't understand is the presence of small logs, some of them thoroughly dried, evidencing that they were not simply unnoticed. I sincerely hope that there are very few people who would allow this to happen, and I don't think that anyone should ever have to vacuum up a room full of dried up piles of poop. If anyone ever got their money's worth out of carpet cleaning, it was them.
I tell this story partially for the sick satisfaction of grossing out most of my readership and partially to testify to the horrors of laziness. Don't be lazy!