The Court is APPALLED but frankly unsurprised that an agent who casually observed a "loose dryer vent" during preview—A LITERAL PORTAL TO THE ANIMAL KINGDOM—simply filed this information under "not my problem" like some kind of HVAC nihilist. Reginald himself once discovered a family of possums living in a listing's drop ceiling and did he simply shrug and discuss granite countertops? NO, he called Animal Control, the fire department, and his therapist, IN THAT ORDER. You allowed a CHILD to conduct what amounts to an unsanctioned basement expedition while you were upstairs presumably gesturing at crown molding, and now that child has a core memory involving decomposition and THE SCHOOL DISTRICT BETTER BE SPECTACULAR because that therapy bill is going to be substantial. The one gentleman who laughed is the only person in this entire debacle with appropriate coping mechanisms and The Court hopes he bought the house out of sheer respect for chaos. As for your seller asking about disclosure, I am going to need you to inform them that when a seven-year-old SCREAMS about a raccoon corpse in front of multiple witnesses, you don't "disclose," you simply LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR DRYER VENT HUBRIS. The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected something under the bench and Reginald is NOT doing this again.