...although that's just what I'm trying to avoid in the literal sense. The electricians came on Saturday (damn that's quick!) and found a bunch of splice boxes burried in the walls, those are boxes where wires tie together from different outlets and fixtures, and they're where trouble of the electrical fire sort start apparently. Thanks again to the jerko contractor. So we're down a few more walls... two steps back. Now I know that if anyone actually had skilled people in to check out their apartments on a regular basis there would be a ton of nasty surprises, this is probably nothing compared to the place I live now. I got really worried about electrical fires last year, after some of the fabric that covers the wires in the old lights started to sizzle. I called an licensed electrician I knew from growing up and he said "Ya live in a tenement?" me: "Uh, I guess... although I paid a great big realtor's fee to get it" electrician: "Landlord never fixes anything?" ..."yeah" ..."got renter's insurance?" ..."..." ..."well you could never afford to have me fix the place, it probably won't catch fire as long as you don't overload the circuits" ..."you mean like when the microwave and the toaster can't work at the same time?" .....you get the picture. The important thing I learned was, electrical fires usually start when people are home, charging up gadgets with all the lights on. Turn off the juice when you leave the house and the kitty will be safe - which is what really matters to his two moms. Cat safety: the bottom line of homoimprovement. (And those rascaly little French bulldogs that are so popular in this crowd too, although I don't understand why, a bad design if you ask me.)
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