Abstract
Picture it: it's early morning, and you step out onto your front yard, covered in flannel and fuzzy slippers, to retrieve the paper. You reach down, snatch the news from its regular spot in the mud puddle (darn paperboy…) and look up. What's that? Across the street? A moving truck. Your brows furrow, lips purse, and you let out a slight groan. “Well, herewe go again…Who is it this time? Do they mow their lawn? Speed? Blast loud music? Are they friendly? Are they trouble?” And most importantly, “Hmm… I wonder if they're renters.”