From Michael's Facebook post Monday: "listening to the Roto-Rooter guys trying to dispatch a clog in a pipe, which is apparently an animal that found its way down a vent pipe into the plumbing. Several hundred dollars, of course, but it probably sucked more to be the animal than it does to be the home owner."
We'd had some sink issues in one of the bathrooms. Michael, the greatest handyman ever, couldn't fix it. "Gotta call the plumber," he said, which is never good news.
Fortunately for me, Michael drew the short straw and came home from work to meet the Roto-Rooter guys.
After a little while, the workers said they had some bad news. An animal, probably a squirrel, appeared to be in the system. (already dead, of course, but he had to come out.)
Michael said one of the men had to go sit in the truck toward the end of the "surgery" because it was just too intense. The guy who stayed inside said he'd seen everything.
Before I came home, he said it smelled like an autopsy. Lucky for us, we have an attic fan, Clorox and possess the technology to open windows.
Thanks, Roto-Rooter. Anytime I complain about my job, I'll think about yours.