What followed was the Great Plumbing War.
They ordered a pizza. As they ate, Sam looked at the tiny plastic dinosaur, now washed clean and sitting on the kitchen counter like a war trophy. main sewer line clogged
It wasn't a literal scream, of course. It was the gurgle. A deep, wet, angry gurgle that echoed up through the floorboards. Sam froze, a towel around his waist. Elena looked up from the sink, her eyes wide. What followed was the Great Plumbing War
“What was that?” Lily called down from the stairs. It wasn't a literal scream, of course
“Hydro-jet,” she said.
Sam felt a surge of hope. That was it! He’d found the culprit! He wrestled the dinosaur free, re-fed the snake, and hit the clog again. Thunk. He pulled the snake out. This time, the tip was covered in a thick, black, fibrous sludge. Not a toy. Grease. Wipes. Decades of congealed bacon fat and so-called “flushable” wipes. The dinosaur was just an innocent passenger, a tiny prisoner in a vast, vile traffic jam.