Pete chewed something loudly. “Full moon last Tuesday. You flush any ‘flushable’ wipes?”
He never mentioned the rubber chicken’s head. Some stories are better left in the tank. how to unclog a septic tank
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. Pete chewed something loudly
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 . Some stories are better left in the tank
“Okay,” Eli whispered to himself, repeating what he’d franticly Googled on his phone before his signal died. “Step one: don’t die. Methane gas is real.”
“Heard you cussin’ from my kitchen,” she said, grinning. “Lemme guess: you found Uncle Jed’s note?”