I had several years of house sitting or staying in low-cost places (like the downstairs of a large 2-story house on a lakefront). At that later place I would sometimes hear several distinct thumps on the floor meaning the woman upstairs needed help. Sometimes to rush up to be present to calm down her psychotic son (he finally got medications, after a number of these episodes) and sometimes to help round up the pigs if they got out of the pen behind the house.

I worked seasonally for the federal government in several jobs and was in a crew house for part of that time. As the only woman, I was put in a room at the back, opposite a restroom, with stairs up to the attic where the trail crew and wilderness guards stayed when they were out of the woods. This had been the older district headquarters building until they built a new one out front, and my room had once been a kitchen, so I had cupboards, counter space, and a sink, though I had to hike around to the other part of the building to use the refrigerator. Sometimes we had visiting scientists staying in that front area and one had to be sure to label their food clearly, especially the frozen stuff, and be sure it was well-wrapped because you would often times find frozen birds or rodents or other small animals temporarily housed in the freezer.