Navarre homes, known.
Navarre’s setting does the talking: the Tuscarawas to one side, open field to the other, and a village of older homes in the middle. River humidity keeps the basements alive — centipedes, earwigs, and spiders cycling through every wet month — and the fields keep the mice motivated from September on.
The village housing stock is pre-war and post-war mixed — settled foundations, older outbuildings, and the kind of utility entries that were “sealed” with a wad of newspaper in 1962. Every fall the gaps get tested, and every fall the phones ring — the exclusion work out here pays for itself by November.
Navarre may be small, but it’s on the daily patrol — the squad runs the southwest loop every day, and village calls get the same response speed as Canton proper.