My sympathies over all of that, including having the wrong renters. When my grandfather moved out of his home in the mountains, he rented it to people who were (at the time) friends of my mother. They aren't friends anymore; they trashed his house and tried to steal the fixtures, as we found after they left. They'd tried to pull the large claw-foot bathtub, not realizing that the tiny bathroom had actually been built around the tub and there was no way to get it out short of tearing out a wall. (Fortunately, they weren't up to that level of demolition.)