The room we were given had ants! Don’t worry, the lovely clerk told us, they don’t bite. The room’s door was encrusted with some manner of godawful crud whose composition we couldn’t make out. The floor mat in the bathroom was coming apart. There was a hole in the wall of the bathroom near the outlet. I was told to leave our key in the mailbox if we left early, so I did, but that didn’t stop someone who worked at the facility from calling me that afternoon to ask, in rather charged tones, where the key was. I was supposed to stay here again but cancelled—it’s just not worth it.