No matter how perfect a new place seems, there's always some catch you only discover once you move in.
Maybe it's a problem with the plumbing. Maybe your neighbors are surprisingly fond of 3 a.m. arguments set to a moving death metal soundtrack. Maybe bugs and snakes pick your new home for their monthly banquet.
If this sounds familiar, at least the folks on this list are right there with you.
I have a feeling they're only at this house because the "666" address on this street was already taken.
That means it's probably not out of the question for them to drop out of the ceiling while people are trying to sleep.
Yeah, that's great.
The Joker might poison you with smiling chemicals, but at least Batman has a code against keeping a "murder kit."
I don't wanna know.
If anything, I'm impressed that this guy dared to do this without three parkas and a dogsled team.
Do I even want to know what they'll do if their neighbor borrows something and forgets to bring it back?
Is it just fire time then? I don't like fire time.
There's something about a house beckoning me to an icy underworld that makes me a little reluctant to sign the deed.
I'm not hanging around for the part where it screams, "GET OUT!"
Bonus points if you're not even the one who was supposed to receive the package. I think they're taking our criticisms about not knocking loud enough personally.
I feel like TJ here would be one of the only people happy to hear that I'm kind of a picky eater who doesn't really like wings.
The first one who complains about the height of the lawn or the number of weeds can be the one who gets eaten by the burger clown.
Obviously, the solution here is to never eat healthy again. You don't get black widows in your pizza, right?
This is especially true when it looks about as unhappy to see me as this one does.
It's too bad we can't find a way to start charging them rent. It would certainly keep the mousetrap costs down.
And I feel like the cost of having to lure them back over with a 40% tip is gonna ad up really quickly.
Before long, chaos will ensue, and they'll wish they could return to the days when they didn't know how to spell "juggalo."
The clown makeup apocalypse has begun.
I'm not sure I've ever had a neighbor bad enough that I was willing to put in this kind of dedication to diss them.
Apparently, you can get your fortune told in this mobile murder cabin. If I learned anything from teen slasher films from the '90s it's to steer clear of situations like this.
At $800, it's a great bargain.
Well, at least now literally everyone knows.
You've tried to trap a house spider in a cup before, but if you need a vase to catch it I'd recommend calling animal services and quarantining it.
And anybody who pays their bills online is probably feeling really smug right about now. Computer bugs definitely beat this kind any day.
You dropped your fruit smoothie all over yourself before leaving your house and you thought your morning couldn't get any worse. Well, it got worse.
Exerting their rights in this way because they have no control over their life.
If my dad taught me anything, it's to always keep your snake clean...
After watching Macaulay Culkin at the end of My Girl I know better than to bother a nest of bees this massive. Knowledge is power, people.
I'm hoping their eyesight was just really bad, but that little smiley face at the end makes me think they did this on purpose.
With so many cameras, I wonder if they've got a control room set up with a security guard constantly watching the monitors.
No, not toothbrushes, I'm reasonably OK with oral hygiene. But these creepy little (and sometimes not so little) centipedes are just the worst.
Look, I know your minds are probably going to dirty places, but some people like to dip their cucumbers in peanut butter...trust me...
Bathroom time is a private time! And your booty is sacred! What's going on here?!
