Entering my apartment, the reason soon became apparent. The floor was wet, and water ran from the ceiling. Upstairs, the man working with rebuilding that apartment hadn't reacted much, only
Oops! This water pipe has cracked. Well, I'd better turn the water off. Oh, there's a lot of water here, but if I pretend it isn't there, it perhaps won't be so bad...Apparently he didn't figure out the water had to come out somewhere else, as he hadn't even tried to tell me, or anybody else, about it. And this in spite of him beeing there to work for the owner of the house.
It was pretty disgusting, so I called my parents immediately to get them to collect the ferrets.
Later in the evening, I realised I couldn't stay there either, as my bedclothes were wet, the ceiling was shedding material, the smell was awful and so on.
A good thing my parents live in the same city and that I'm on good terms with them.