There’s a stretch in my life of a couple years where I lived in a total rathole. They were college years, which most people will give you a simple pass for, but all the same, it was disgusting. I killed more mice in those two years than the rest of my life combined. We had ant issues. We used couches that were used on porches for years on the inside. The whole place should have been condemned.
The thing is, we didn’t realize it at the time.
We knew it was structurally odd and that we had a deadbeat landlord.