She killed my grass, flowers and veggies. (One teaspoon of plant food per gallon....found a giant cereal spoon in the bag.

) Burned them all to shit. All was written down on whiteboard.

Our grass looks dead af, as we had just applied fertilizer, and I stressed to her this info, and that she need to make sure she watered thoroughly or the fertilizer would burn shit up. Keep in mind, I haven't even gone inside yet. lulz
I walk in the house and am immediately overwhelmed by a mildew smell. Took a few minutes to discover a big pile of soaking wet towels and dish towels sitting on top of...you guessed it, the goddamned washing machine. Soaking wet and fucking putrid with mildew smell. So, they've been sitting there for awhile, obviously.
Still haven't figured out what she did that required a bunch of random towels to clean up?
Oh, and she broke our scanner at work, tho I'm not sure that was her fault, and she was so panicked cuz of the last trip, that she quickly called the repair guy to come fix it, at least. The bill still comes to us tho.
Just sleep with my fucking dog, and follow the fucking hand-written instructions I left ya ffs. It was literally two fucking things, and she fucked up both of them.