Downright Dirty Day.

Saga II of the “stink” has been resolved. Besides having to cut out a huge part of my favorite daphne bush I will be able to leisure on the lawn again. Yesterday while minding my own business the gaseous smell and putrid black soup surprised me as I walked through the backyard. I was shocked. It hasn’t even been a month since I cleaned out the septic tank from severe backflow.  I knew that this was going to be worse. I’ve been ignoring it but I have been hearing faint gurgling behind my washing machine. “Rats” I’d whisper to myself in disbelief.  I knew I was primed for yet another fecal tragedy.

This I knew was going to be an expensive fix. Toilet paper was strewn not upon my tree branches like when I was a 9^th grade pubescent and the TP’ing that happened to the “other” kids. Toilet paper and other %&**# brackish water oozed from the shrubbery. My god! I can’t even explain what I saw! And Smelled!

I had to suspect the worst! The 300 year old giant oak tree in my backyard finally did in my plumbing.  One of its massive roots must have corkscrewed itself right through the septic pipe. No wonder the smell was ever lurking even on a windy day?  On Easter we all believed that it was the rainy day, our stinky socks, and/or our first ever deviled egg off competition. Let me just say that I’m not going to be the person who tells them all that no! It was the smell of my rotting sewage…

An 80’s repair job on a 90 year old septic pipe meant that some dubious plumber did a shitty half assed job with a rod and a coffee can. Luckily with a bit of competence and a couple of hours. Job completed and Timothy and I were now shoveling our own black water into a wheelbarrow to take far far away. The best part… Except for the slight fragrance. I think my yard looks better. The plumber even said that my flowers might be shocked at first but would most likely enjoy the extra fertilizer.