I came home for lunch today, and it was really warm out and all the snow was melting. And I sat down on my couch and noticed that there were brown streaks of liquid running down my living room wall. So I phoned my landlord, and he came and shoveled off the roof, but now not only does my living room look like a scene from 'The Shining', but it smells like the basement of the old house I spent my early childhood in. The one where we used to regularly encounter mice, snakes, bats and carrion beetles.
This, coupled with the fact that about a month ago I discovered the lovely 'gift' of a desiccated mouse corpse that one of my cats had left for me IN MY BED, has led me to think that...
It may be time to move.