Jeannette Boccini thought she had found a great renter, someone who would take extra good care of her townhouse. Then the nightmare began.
The tenant repeatedly harassed the neighbors, complained that the wood chips in the community playground were toxic, and informed Ms. Boccini on Christmas morning that someone was playing Christmas carols too loudly.
But the final straw was the night the tenant showed up at Ms. Boccini’s door to report there was dust all over the mailbox. “I absolutely flipped,”; Ms. Boccini says. "I was like, ‘You don’t like it? Get the hell out of my house.”;