Poop In My Face

The name of today’s abstract illustration is “Knowing Exactly What You Are Reaching Inside For”.

Yesterday my basement saga continued. After the water heater installation my washing machine decided it would dump a fish tank worth of filthy scunge water on my basement floor after each load. I was forced to auger out my drain pipe to create a clear path after the washing machine purges it’s water at the end of each cycle. I fed the auger through the pipe that leads to the excrement filled septic tank. The auger found the obstruction and I proceeded to spin the device to attach to the mass in the pipe. I had to use my full strength to bring the auger and the mass back in to me. I watched a pipe shaped hairy brown drippy clump begin to crest the pipe. I continued pulling knowing that this disgusting stinky thing was face height. I gave it one last tug and it broke free and as it did it sprayed my face with sewage. I asked my son who was a spectator to the event if he could grab a paper towel and remove the septic soup from my face. You could here the sound of Christmas angels singing as this beautiful holiday event continued. After an hour more of the same fishing for surprises I was able to end my clog removal fun.