The hole yawned below him, dark and alive with the scent of a thousand forgotten meals. A crusty, grayish scum floated on top, and just beneath it, a dam of doom: a solid mat of non-degradable wipes, cooking grease, and what looked like a toy rubber chicken’s head.
“City boy,” Pete sighed. “Alright. I’m three towns over. You got two choices: wait three days for me, or get your hands dirty right now.” how to unclog a septic tank
For a glorious second, nothing happened. Then, from deep in the tank, came a sound like a giant swallowing—a deep, rumbling glooOOOOOP . The water level dropped six inches. The toilet in the house gave a victorious whoosh . The hole yawned below him, dark and alive