Something I read over at WVSR prompts me to write about my discovery of termites. We had a dog who thought the dining room floor was her bathroom. For fifteen years, she peed in there, and we could not train her to do otherwise. The odor was horrible - and we never used the dining room at all. Then the dog died, and I pulled the carpet out and took it to the dump. We found termite holes and tunnels in 3 places, and the pest control company told us that we had the three best conditions for termites: we had moisture, darkness and wood, their only requirements.
After cleaning, replacing some wood, sanding and refinishing, we finally had a decent dining room again. Suddenly, entertaining loomed as a possibility; my excuse of 15 years had disappeared and I was ripe and ready for dinner parties and soirees. Too bad I don't have time to cook!