Review History for deerskin

Pigeons beware

Keep in mind that I lived here a while ago, but I have some real horror stories to tell. What finally made us move out was the pigeons. My husband and I regularly walked around the block each evening. We began finding dead pigeons on the sidewalk. Months later, we received correspondence from the management letting us know that they would be setting out pigeon food with a drug that caused mild anxiety. It warned that the drug might cause death if the pigeons ate too much. I suppose that they had been poisoning pigeons for a while until someone caught them at it. Or maybe someone's dog died from eating a poisoned pigeon? One Sunday morning I was awakened by shouting and banging on the walls of my (upstairs) bedroom. The staff had hired painters to touch up the exterior that week. They did not warn me that the painters would be looking in my bedroom window on a Sunday. The window was in the arch of the vaulted ceiling and had no blinds, so I couldn't have closed it in any case. (Luckily I wasn't sleeping in the nude!) I had a lot of issues with the clothes washer. Maintenance came by several times because it was unbalanced. If I didn't sit on it during the spin cycle, it would bang so lound it sounded like a truck barrelling through my living room. I had problems with the toilet in my half bath. I called maintenance. The next day, I came home from work and found the lights on, no one in my apartment, and the toilet ripped off the floor with the sewer line exposed. My cat could have gotten sick, and I never found out what made the maintenance guy leave in the middle of the job like that. I put the parking down as horrible because of one particular snowstorm. There is barely enough room for all the cars as it is. Even though there is no parking on the street, it was packed with cars for days afterwards. We even tried calling the police but they refused to do anything about it. But yes, the pigeons finally drove me over the edge.