Sam felt a surge of hope. That was it! He’d found the culprit! He wrestled the dinosaur free, re-fed the snake, and hit the clog again. Thunk. He pulled the snake out. This time, the tip was covered in a thick, black, fibrous sludge. Not a toy. Grease. Wipes. Decades of congealed bacon fat and so-called “flushable” wipes. The dinosaur was just an innocent passenger, a tiny prisoner in a vast, vile traffic jam.
What followed was the Great Plumbing War. main sewer line clogged
He moved to the main cleanout cap outside, a stubborn white PVC plug in the front lawn. It took a breaker bar and all his weight to crack it loose. When it popped, a geyser of pressurized, foul liquid shot two feet into the air, narrowly missing his face. It rained down on the petunias. Sam felt a surge of hope