This morning I came home from work. I knew it had rained all night and it was still raining while I was working my key into the lock. I got inside, kicked off my shoes, fed the cats and went downstairs. I was greeted by a flooded basement. NOT. COOL.
Actually, the water was freezing, but who's keeping temperature?
I woke Kevin up because I didn't know what to do! He called his Grandpa, borrowed his Shop Vac and we started sucking up water. The vacuum holds 12 gallons of water and we emptied it 5 times before deciding this just wasn't working. Water was still coming in our house.
Our landlord wasn't answering his phone, and we're freaking because it's 7am and I can't go to sleep, Kevin's computer is possibly damaged, and there's just water everywhere! Luckily, nothing of value was damaged, but still. I had to move the one litter box by the stairs and that freaked out my cats so someone pooped in my closet on my pants.
Overall, we were really lucky as tenants without renters insurance. None of our stuff (that's worth anything -- hopefully) was ruined. My cats and fish are fine. The floor was drying up when I left to come to work again and now our landlords know that this happens and will likely do something when the weather isn't so rainy all the time.
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