One night a couple weeks ago, our fire got out of control and it burned our grass. Now you can't get to the garbage cans without walking through the soot of the fire. Here's the evidence that someone didn't realize their feet were dirty until they hit the carpet and then with one big wipe, hoping to get all the black off of their feet onto the carpet, they left a huge stain that I haven't been able to get out yet. I think I'm just going to go down town and get new flooring and then put it in myself. I'm so sick of this yucky carpet and it doesn't come clean. In case you were wondering it was Summer who tracked it in. But I did it last night, I just realized it before I hit the carpet. Lexi had kitchen floors this morning and she had to wash them twice. Needless to say, she wasn't too thrilled about washing them again. You really have to scrub to get the black off. Summer threw her shoes outside. I'm going to try to wash them to see if the soot will come off. It seems like when you get it wet the harder it sticks.