We really don’t have the darndest idea of what people do in their own homes...

I'm an NYC-based writer covering sex and love, lifestyle, celebrity news, and whatever unhinged things I find in the deepest corners of the internet.

"The house smelled like a weird mix of wet grass and urine, and there were little poop pellets in places. I am an animal lover. I save spiders from inside my house. But when I saw that furry little pig poop on the kitchen floor, I was out."

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