I used to have a rabbit called Hope, I came home one day and my housemate looked me dead in the eyes and told me, ‘Your Hope is dead.’ I had no idea what she had meant until I went into my room to find the rabbit dead on my bed. My housemate had randomly snapped and killed it. I left that place the next day. I stayed with friends for a few weeks while I looked for another place. I ended up finding a really great deal on Roomster for a room to rent super close to my job. I met up with the person who created the listing for coffee beforehand to make sure that they weren’t crazy, lord knows I didn’t need to deal with any more traumatic housemate experiences. They were great and we get along extremely well. This site is great.