Found it!
Came back 2 days ago since last being up here, when I publishing this thread.
The saw was sitting on a bookshelf by the kitchen, about 5' from the box it came in, which was sitting on a dining chair. The box I kept coming back to & searching it's proximity since the damned thing wasn't anywhere else.
I looked at that bookshelf....
I see that bookshelf whenever I go to the kitchen, or dining room, or living room, or back porch. I
I sat & stared at that bookshelf while I thought about where el saw could possibly be.
Plus, I only put muscle saws on indoor furniture, not the opposite. There's no fun in staring at this.
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Last cutting I had done was on the Crepe Myrtles in my front yard. The dust covering it now is pine. Including a small dob of sap next to the dawg on the oil tank.
The new suspect is someone who I had forgotten all about. An acquaintance from years ago who has a penchant for being sneaky. & going way to far with it.
Squatting in basements & camper trailers. Parking in other people's driveways late at night. Borrowing things without asking. Guy was coming over here periodically, always uninvited. I got security through my internet provider, which had to have ceased the unauthorized visits inside. The tenants didn't want to pay for it so I ditched it. People like him though, they check back, they make rounds. He's been doing it for years.
Now the ground level basement window with the broken latch makes sense. The problem is that I secured that window before leaving. So there's a breech elsewhere. The other problem is that he could've just left the saw where he found it. Gotta make a weird passive aggressive point though. Who knows what else has been pilfered with. I say with because he always returns ****.
Don't be friends with children of weirdo hippies. Pretty sure guy was born defective due to all of the partying his parents did.
Why else would you fire a shotgun out of a sunroof at Big Lots & then run from the law?
Why else would you lay down on a train track & let a train it run you over? Why else would you sleep with your father's girlfriend? His Dad blew his brains out shortly thereafter. At a highschool new year party he got my girlfriend hammered enough to cheat. Stepped out to go to the store, & they were gone when I returned 20 min later. She was trash anyways.
The list goes on, too
Couldn't make it up if I tried..
Anyways, in typical fashion, he returned the **** he "borrowed" so, whatever..
Time to get the security system going again.
On a semi related note, don't rent to friends.
if you do, definitely don't rent furnished.
Most all of my silverware is gone, & instead is a bunch of greasy commercial kitchen trash (pilfered).
Tableware is 75% gone.
Theres a big crack in the door of the farely new microwave.
Sofas are toast.
Dining room table has burn marks all over it from the marijuana concentrates being smoked carelessly.
The TVs have an almost impenetrable iridescent film on them.
Carpeted basement stairs, toast.
The walls have 100% more holes than before, (The biggest looks like someone fell down the first flight of basement stairs & crashed their head into the landing wall ROFL!)
In higher traffic areas the baseboards are all chewed up looking.
Light fixtures are brown from nicotine, (no cigarette smoking allowed) many of wich without a working bulb.
One of the bathroom floors has been completely destroyed. The tiles came up by hand! With almost rotten wood underneath. Every bi-fold closet door has been torn off of it's upper track guide.
The dishwasher no longer works. The washer no longer works.
Had to replace the heatpump & air handler, dont even know what happened there, but the AC stopped working. It was old, but it worked well until the new residents got half way through a summer. I had planned on replacing the units, but I wanted to do it on my own schedule.
The front storm door looks like it was operated with a mallet. It was a few years old when they arrived.
There's stuff all over the walls, yellow & brown spots..
A sea of dust bunnys spans the kitchen ceiling, to a lesser degree, the rest of the ceilings.
The ceiling fans are so full of dust that they're out of balance.
Both front & back porch steps seemed to have aged 30 years.
The finished basement smells like wet dogs. The french door to the back porch was rid of most of it's weather stripping, causing rain water to get past the threshold & sill plate, destroying the laminated wood flooring in the basement.
I'm sure the drywall is horrifying where the water was running.
The more frequently used door knows were all loose.
The exterior door that separates the finished & unfinished parts of the basement looks like it was operated with the same mallet, door knob barely hanging on.
The concrete pad outside of the laundry room door was allowed to get buried by yard matter & eventually dirt, causing water to flood into the laundry room.
The laundry room floor drain was clogged with dog hair to exacerbate the problem.
I've been working on things for around 3 or 4 weeks cumulatively so far, & I'm still finding ****ed up **** everywhere.
The top floor master was off limits, it's where I put all of my things. No reason to go up there, yet the brand new carpet now looks like it's been there for 10 years. I had not stepped on that carpet with a shoed foot before I left.
This all happened in under 3 years.
& the house was not at all in disrepair when I left.
Aside from not having been updated with things like new windows, appliances, & fixtures, it had no problems to speak of. It did have clean walls as the paint was under 3 years old when I left.
& to top things right off, they left their own massive sectional sofa in the basement ( the horrendous dog smell), bags & bags & bags of clothing, a handful of rickety end tables & chairs, & a complete toddler's bedroom with boxes & boxes of toys that I guess aren't important.
Oh, & the dogs lived in crates all day, even though I have a fenced-in backyard with a doggy door. They would escape & Im sure go hunting for females. 2 border collies who do nothing all day every day. That's evil. That pissed me off. Man that pissed me off. To ****ing lazy to walk a dog & shovel dirt for 30 seconds.
This filthy lazy MF tenant cooks your food, by the way.
He's a chef!!
Almost all of my childhood friendships are over, long since over. Really the only people that were & still are worthwhile are the ones I met while living in rural eastern Oregon around Ironside, Unity, Herford & so on.
Rant, done.
