For years, the Big Bad Wolf worked in residential demolition: unlicensed, unpaid, and frankly underappreciated. Then the bills came in. It turns out blowing down houses doesn't exactly pay the rent, and the pigs all upgraded to brick.

So he's turned over a new leaf. These days he reads every review, sniffs out every leak, and tells you whether a place will hold up before you sign the lease, not after he's huffed at it.

He still huffs. Just at mold now.

Fun fact: he lives in a brick house. He doesn't like to talk about it.

B. B. Wolf