Leave it up to my wife Christina to delve into what the hell was going on in this house. When I got home one evening, my wife told me she talked to the neighbor about the house we moved into. And she explained to the neighbor all of our issues. Etc... The neighbor told my wife that the people before us that moved in were not smokers... Did I forget to say that was our landlord's excuse with the smell of the house? Well at least, that was his explanation why they were fumigating the house.
In fact, the neighbor said that the previous renters were in court and sueing the landlord... Too much information... I know. Never the less, the landlord came by every other day, and always asked my wife if she would please step outside with the kids while he crawled underneath the house from inside our closet.
Not only that, my kids were sick all the time. That's when I began taking pictures of the place. Unfortunately, that was before digital cameras. I scanned a few polaroids, which I will post... But I won't scan my kids pics because of their privacy. It was over Christmas of 1986... And if you saw the pictures of my kids with their swollen puffy faces and fingers playing with their Christmas presents under the Christmas tree, it would break your heart. Awwww... It breaks my heart just to see those pictures... sorry... don't mean to get too emotional. All I wanted to do is get the hell out of Tucson!
Anyway, I began taking pictures of all the fungus, and the strange and bizarre stains in our bathroom, hallways, and our bedroom. I did that because I wanted to pack up my family, and move back to Phoenix and wanted my deposit back, and the rent I paid for those 30 days.
When I showed him the pictures of his fungus infected house and told him about my kids, and that my wife reported him to the Environmental Protection Agency, he gave me back all of my deposit, and my rent and I packed up my family and moved back to Phoenix.
Doesn't that sound like a disgruntled employee... LOL!
Here are the pictures. Sans my kids.