Snakes
That's the problem with these old houses: sometimes, not all the residents are so willing to leave.
They watch together as their tiny, slithery green housemate darts a little too close to the edge of her shoe.
"Why couldn't we just have mice, like everyone else around here?" she moans despairingly, rigid with the effort it takes not to shriek and hide behind him.
He says nothing, poking at the tiny creature with the broom handle, bright red with the effort it takes not to explode into laughter at the sight of his calm, dignified Mirage ready to bolt at the sight of a garter snake.
Once disaster has been averted and their tenant safely evicted, she gives a long sigh, nearly collapsing in relief.
"Is it too late to move back to the apartment?"