Call me crazy, but 3,400 square feet seems like an awfully massive home
for a strip-mall veterinarian's assistant and a Geek Squad-esque
installer of home-theater systems. Then again, the place does
have its drawbacks: doors open on their own, furniture moves
mysteriously, mold appears, and then things start to die within its
well-mortgaged walls — a Costco cactus here, the neighbors’ dog there.