My husband is both a happy DIY and good at it. When we owned our own home in Louisville, nothing made him happier than having something break. Need a new washer in the faucet? Off he'd go, whistling.
Now that we're typical California renters, though, he's morphed into a growling "call the management company and let THEM deal with it." *sigh* That has resulted in some *bad* repair work and more than a few comments from his spouse.
We have some lovely cracks in the walls from earthquakes past that I wouldn't have repaired for the world. They give the place character and are fun to use to unnerve guests.
