Best of Boston

We aren’t ones to cry over spilt milk, as our floors can attest; our couch has more hair on it than our cat. Without a speck of judgment, the Maids clean up our act month after month, dusting baseboards, degriming showers, and all but eliminating any traces of pet (except for, of course, the pet itself). They’re quick, well priced, and unobtrusive: Aside from the preternatural sparkle and neatly triangled toilet paper, you’d never know they’d been there.