You know you're into something bad when even Billie doesn't want to come and watch. Billie has grown up with construction and can practically sleep beside you while you hammer nails or drill pilot holes.
But what was it that caused Billie to keep her distance Wednesday evening?
It started with a foul smell and a backing up drain. It seems our basement drains (we have two) need to be rodded out every year or two. In the past we've called out a plumber, but Steve was feeling thrifty & energetic this time and instead opted to rent a Rodder for about $57 from "Clark Devon"(Only the best Hardware store in the whole world).
So Steve went at the two drains with the rodder and I have to tell you, it smelled real bad. Like I wouldn't want to be feeling queasy and smell that smell.
What did I do besides take photos you ask? I held the rooter so it was stable. And I held the flashlight. I don't mind dirty jobs, but that rodder has been to places I don't want to even think about.
A hundred feet or so later, the beast starting flailing like a wild snake.
Luckily no one was injured and no teeth were knocked out. I have to say that thought crossed my mind a few times during this dirty job.
The result: The smell is gone and the drains seem back to normal. But it was gross.
Random Question: Do you like the show "Dirty Jobs"? We do.