The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the phrase "I took the inspector's word" as though inspectors are oracles dispensing sacred truths from atop Mount Disclosure when in fact they are merely humans with flashlights and opinions. You saw the words "previous" and "treated" and your brain simply STOPPED WORKING, like a Roomba hitting a sock — and yes, Order is nodding in solidarity from beneath the bench right now, but Order knows to CHECK THE PERMITS because Order has JURISDICTION. Reginald himself once trusted a contractor who said a deck was "basically fine" and now Reginald has a meditation garden where that deck used to be, so The Court understands temptation, but The Court did not have a FIDUCIARY DUTY to a nervous buyer standing in a garage full of LIES. You told your broker the deal "fell through" which is technically accurate in the same way that the Hindenburg "landed" — The Court finds this level of semantic gymnastics impressive but NOT EXCULPATORY. Eleven thousand dollars in termite damage, both sides of the commission incinerated, and somewhere in that subfloor right now tiny insects are holding a victory parade in your honor. The gavel has spoken and Reginald must now go water his meditation garden because this ruling has resurfaced FEELINGS.