I got another one...
When my wife and I were house hunting we visited a log cabin in a lake community called "Shady Lake." Sounds peaceful doesn't it? We quickly learned that "Lake Community" is basically fancy realtor talk for "Trailer Park Without Wheels."
This place had been built in the 1950s as a development of summer cottages and cabins but over the years most of them were converted to full time year round homes....except, apparently, the one we looked at!! We had wondered why the price was so cheap when we saw the listing, till we got a look at the place. It would've cost a fortune to put up enough sheetrock walls and insulate it so that it would've been livable in the winter time.
...and as an added bonus, everywhere we went inside this house we were tripping over these little tin cans that were placed all over the floor. After we knocked over the fifth or sixth one my father in law sez "What the hell ARE these things, anyway?" and picked one up -- it was a can of "flea bomb" room fogger insecticide, and these things were in EVERY ROOM. We beat it the hell outta there and yeah, it was probably our imaginations but all of us felt itchy for the rest of the day...
That's funny. It reminds me of a phenomenon we had in my native Southern California. Imagine you're from the midwest and moving to the Los Angeles area, and you are looking at apartments or houses, and you run into a little suburb called
Hawaiian Gardens. Hawaiian Gardens. That sounds nice, doesn't it? You're probably already starting to picture palm trees and umbrella drinks before I'm finished typing this sentence, right?
Hawaiian Gardens is a gang-infested pit.