I have finally hit the end of my rope with Random Gamer Guy...you know, Mr. Shits-his-pants?
So within the past three weeks, he has left the toilet seat and lid up -- and a fecal suprise dissolving in the toilet bowl -- eight times. Keep in mind, we only have the one bathroom. Also keep in mind, I have three cats and a dog...a dog that likes to drink out of the toilet if the seat and lid are up. A couple of the cats are also interested in drinking from the World's Biggest Drinking Fountain, given the chance. The first couple of times, I reminded Random Gamer Guy that hey, the pets will drink out of the toilet bowl, so put the seat and lid down; while I'm at it, flush, willya?
I guess because I have ovaries, Random Gamer Guy decided not to take me seriously...until my husband managed to baptize his own ass with filthy water during a 2 AM why-bother-turning-the-light-on-I-have-l
It's happened six times since, and tonight was the final straw. In addition to the toilet shenanigans, Random Gamer Guy has not paid his rent.
I am so evicting him. In my municipality, I am supposed to give him 10 days. That' all I am willing to give him. My critters are my babies and he is endangering their health. Dude's gotta go.
I must say, I felt a certain dark pleasure when writing out the notice to vacate the premises. We'll see how everything goes.