In a decrepit house with huge rats. Literally with the rats.
that reminds me of a story...
i grew up in a house with big ass rats. we also had encounters with opossums, raccoons, and various other little critters that wondered in through the numerous holes in the floor and walls.
so, i had moved out and joined the army. met a girl, married her. my new wife wanted to visit my family, whom she had never met...
well, apparently a rat had managed to climb up on a shelf and knock over a heavy bowl on top of it, trapping it underneath. where it promptly ran out of oxygen and died. my parents, for the life of them, couldnt figure out where the stink was coming from.
i found it. half liquefied rotting rat carcass. they also had so many ****roaches that if you placed a drink on any surface in the house, it would have a roach in it within about 60 seconds during the day time, 10 or so seconds at night. there were always roaches visible no matter where you looked. growing up, i used to place down containers with molasses in them as roach traps. they would always be full by morning.
i tried to warn my poor wife. she swore it couldnt be worse than some of the places she had seen growing up. i think that experience traumatized her.
we spent one night there and she vowed to never return. we didn't.