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Input: My wife and I bought our first house back in July. We did the walk-throughs, the inspections, etc etc with no signs of any real problems. The previous owners did have about a dozen cats and the smell was... interesting.. Like cats and lavender air fresheners. We attributed it to just having that many fucking cats. We assumed when the owners, the cats, and all their shit was gone we'd be able to manage things with a thorough cleaning and some new paint. Holy shit were we wrong. Long story short I spent the first month of homeownership working all day (building someone else's house ironically enough) then coming to our house until midnight and ripping out oak flooring, subflooring, floor joists, drywall and framing in about 8 different spots. Words cannot describe how fucking gross it was when I got into it. Needless to say we weren't happy. We were pissed (no pun intended) at the Realtors, the home inspector and mostly the previous owners who, when confronted about it, told us "we had no idea, good luck though". FML 

Not much longer after the work was done and I could move my family in... the packages started arriving. It wasn't bad. Maybe one or two a month until Xmas then it was every week. Each time I received a text from her before I got home with some line like "oh so sorry, we forgot to update our address" or "oh, this was something that was backordered" each time saying it would be the last time. Seven months later and shit still shows up here. My wife and I hit the limit of our patience and told them any other packages or mail would either be sent back or I could invoice her $20 to handle the package. It was not about the money at all but more about them getting their shit together. I was met with a very pleasant "fuck you, you don't touch our stuff". Did I mention what class acts these people are? There's plenty more to the story but this is enough for context I think.

tl;dr previous homeowners ruined the house with cats marking, covered it up with air fresheners, played dumb when confronted and told me to go fuck myself when I asked them, after seven months and dozens of packages, to stop having things delivered here.

telling the former owners of my house that I'm going to start charging them to hold their packages/mail