First there was the carpet poop. No, no, not THAT kind of poop. (Ew!) Anytime we'd try to vacuum or steam clean the carpet, large amounts of fibers would come out in clumps, henceforth known as "carpet poop", clogging the vacuum or steam cleaner. Then one day the 1960's carpet literally disintegrated beneath our feet, a carpet tongue developed (hole, pictured lower left). It stuck its' stained, dirty tongue out at us daily until one fateful day in 2011, in order to cure our allergies (it couldn't be vaccuumed or steam cleaned anymore!), out of desperation, I cut out and removed 90% of it. That's right, 90%, leaving only the carpet under the desks and along the edges of the room to avoid getting bitten by carpet (at)tacks! We hoped to replace it sooner, but then became unemployed for over a year (thru July '12) and though it was a hideous, super-ugly eyesore with fangs, the carpet (monster) had to wait. Thankfully my husband is employed again, but money is still tight for our family of five. *Please* pick us!! We've been through carpet poop, carpet tongue, a year of unemployment, and we risk carpet (at)tacks daily from the barely covered carpet fangs/tacks at the door thresholds! This monster needs to be tamed! HELP! (Disclaimer: Ok, so we're not exactly sure the carpet is from the 60's, but really, how old does carpet have to be in order to disintegrate beneath your feet!?)P.S. if you need more convincing, don't forget to ask me about the Manta Ray monster (water leak stain) on the popcorn ceiling in this room.