To me, the most nail-biting part of a real estate transaction is not waiting for your offer or counter to be accepted, but rather, waiting for the home inspector’s report. Their concise little writeup has the power to take the home of your dreams — a property so perfect that glitter and rainbows pour out of the faucets — and quash it into a worthless pile of wood, stucco, and nails. And there’s really no company that stomps on dreams quite as voraciously as does Building Specs. They are indescribably meticulous and comprehensive. Building Specs is so annoyingly, excruciatingly thorough, that they’ll make you wonder how your year-old home hasn’t already collapsed upon itself. Building Specs is so detailed that I wouldn’t be surprised if they dug up dirt on the guy who put up my siding, noting in the inspection report that he once stabbed someone at a bar. Building Specs is so safety-oriented that they made the seller(in my recent transaction) re-label an exterior electrical socket. If ever you want out of a relationship, give Building Specs a call — they’ll find countless reasons for you to back away. Unfortunately for commitment-phobes, Building Specs has not yet expanded its operation to include inspecting boyfriends, girlfriends, and spouses.