I just have to share my limited experience with vacation rentals. I can?t resist.
We owned a home on Cape San Blas for eleven years. One summer we decided to turn it over to a rental management company ? that was the first and last time.
The management company rented it to two middle age women who wanted to spend a nice quiet weekend walking the beach. No spring breakers, no wild kids. Sounds safe enough, doesn?t it? WRONG!!!
The ?girls? must have stopped in Port St. Joe for Butler?s buffet the night they arrived. The next morning one of them took a humongous cr** in the upstairs bathroom. Instead of waiting to see if our water-efficient toilet could handle the load, she just flushed and walked out of the door. Of course; the load was too large, but the toilet kept trying all day long.
By the time the women returned later that afternoon the dining room ceiling below the upstairs bath had caved in. Drywall (now ?brownish? wetwall) had crashed down onto the dining room table, ruining the chairs, carpet, etc. The place smelled so bad that it was enough to curl your fur! Bright Eyes, the Martini Time cat, was beginning to look like a French Poodle.
The ?girls? just requested another house from the management company and went on with their vacation. Our insurance company paid for the repairs (less the deductible), but the place always smelled a little like Butler?s buffet.
Another time that summer a renter forgot the code to the security gate in our development. He just crashed the gate and made himself at home in our house. All of this was captured on video tape, but we paid for it. The renter simply told his credit card company not to pay the security deposit ? and they didn?t.
We had two more problems that same summer, but my fingers are getting tired. I might have to get a job as a Wal-Mart greeter to pay my taxes and insurance, but I?m going to try my best not to rent.