Austin, I don't know what kind of drugs they were. I just know that people (and even the former chief of police) said "drugs". The barrels in the workshop contained stuff that was almost powdered. It wasn't green but it wasn't white. I can't remember the exact color anymore. It's been over 10 years. I just remember being puzzled by my neighbor's reaction when I mentioned the barrels. He freaked out and was desperately claiming he didn't know anything about the barrels when it was clear he knew exactly what they were. At that point I honestly thought it was hog feed or something. I almost fed some of it to the hogs, but fortunately I didn't. I would have felt awful if the hogs had died because of it.
When we moved back, despite having been given formal written eviction notice, they were still in the house and still had about 14 dogs, a handful of pigs, and a herd of cattle in my yard.
They finally got moved out about a week after we got home (we had to stay with friends in the meantime) but they left their livestock for several months and kept coming back even after all of the animals were gone.
I'll stop my diatribe there because I can go on forever about all my grievances with them. I have several pages of handwritten grievances that don't even cover all of it-- just the first 6 months that I was back and before I discovered more of the damage.
I had typed up a longer message but my cats stepped on something and closed the browser.
I haven't gotten anything done on my bathroom other than taking more pictures and trying to stay inspired. My mother finally mentioned wanting to turn that useless guest bathroom in to a half bath. I'm trying to figure out if it would be possible to turn part of the back area in to a wet room (or whatever its called) where the shower doesn't need an enclosure and the drain is in the floor. Or maybe just have no shower at all and combine bathroom and laundry room into a single room but maybe have a privacy curtain for the toilet. Plumbing under the house is not fun to get to, but its accessible and it shouldn't matter too much about moving stuff since its just a crawlspace.
On the bright side, I hunkered down yesterday and cleaned for several hours in the kitchen. It still looks like a hoarder house and is a complete mess, but I got a good pathway cleared on the floor. I picked up the broken and knocked over trash cans and filled a bunch of trash bags and moved them to the front room where the cats can't get them. My mother (who normally is one of the most ungrateful people) actually thanked me and hugged me. My back was too sore after I took a break so I didn't resume. I am trying to get up the energy to finish the job. Its just frustrating doing it alone with no help (other than cats "helpfully" attacking things and getting in the way).
If I get enough of the kitchen cleaned today I may also try to work on my bathroom floor, cleaning it up a bit.
