I guess the going rate for accidentally encasing a cat in the walls is 100 bucks. I know this because Jess, the foreman of the contracting crew working on the plumping in my apartment building, came by this morning before 8 o'clock this morning to hand deliver a check for that amount in compensation, I suppose. He told me he has taken a good ribbing down at the shop, which I couldn't care less about. I thanked him and shut the door in his face. Then I looked down at the check and saw that it was made out to "Andrew Heche". I don't know any Andrew Heche. That's certainly not me. I don't even know if I will be able to cash it. It's a perfect representation of the lack of attention to detail and consideration by these plumbers and my apartment complex which still hasn't addressed the issue of the major inconvenience and disturbance of having my place ripped up within a month of moving in.