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I had punched through the side of my pipe. When the real plumber arrived (let’s call him Bob, a man who laughed exactly once—when he saw my auger), he stuck a camera down the line. We both stared at the monitor like it was the Super Bowl.
What happens when 20 years of "flush and forget" finally catches up with you. septic main line clogged
He exposed the main line, cut out a four-foot section, and held it up like a crime scene photo. The inside was reduced from 4 inches wide to the size of a drinking straw.
I now have a “Bacon Bucket” under my sink. When it’s full, it goes in the trash. Your pipes will thank you. It was I had punched through the side of my pipe
That was the sound that started it all. Two days later, I was ankle-deep in a situation that no amount of scented candles could fix. My septic main line was clogged—not just “slow draining” clogged, but “the washing machine is now a backup fountain” clogged.
There are few sounds more unsettling in a home than a toilet that sighs. What happens when 20 years of "flush and
Wipes, “bio-degradable” kitty litter, tampons, condoms, coffee grounds—none of these belong in a septic system. Your tank is not a trash can. It is a delicate ecosystem of bacteria that you are currently terrorizing.