Airbnb is awesome – until it’s not. Ten years in, face it, it’s still a leap of faith as a traveler to go stay in a stranger’s home. You roll the dice and could land in a place that makes all your dreams come true — I’ve found some absolute treasures like that. Or maybe it’s not horrible but it’s a boring corporate rental. Or maybe there are literally two of each utensil and dish because the host is a cheapskate who doesn’t get that this is hospitality, not real estate. Or maybe it reeks of cat pee, or there’s one slimy bar of soap sitting in a pool of scum for all the guests to share or worse – so much worse.