Eli lay on his belly on the wet grass, reached a garden hoe into the abyss, and began stirring. It was like mixing a cauldron of cold, chunky pudding. Every few minutes, he’d scrape the hoe along the outlet pipe. Finally, with a wet, sucking schlurp , the clog broke free.
He called the only septic guy in the phone book: “Stinky Pete’s Pumping & Pecan Pie.” Pete answered on the seventh ring. “Shoot.” how to unclog a septic tank
Pete chewed something loudly. “Full moon last Tuesday. You flush any ‘flushable’ wipes?” Eli lay on his belly on the wet