We ripped our kitchen out one day before we're supposed to be moving in. It all started very innocently as Jon lifted up the oven to try to straighten a crooked tile. What he caught a glimpse of under the oven was what would change the whole course of our master "renovation plan" to not do anything hastily or rashly, but to take our time. When you lift your oven up and find dead mice and piles upon piles upon piles of mouse poop, there really isn't anything else to do but rip it all out. It got worse as we ripped and found the same revolting scene cabinet after cabinet. So here we are. No kitchen and moving in tomorrow. I have redesigned the kitchen, but of course the cabinets can't be delivered for 4 weeks. I guess I will be washing dishes in the bathroom for the next month. Terminix is coming tomorrow to spray for and kill anything that isn't human, and we continue the demolition tonight. Nothing like a little stress to come home to!!