ng able to call Doug in for stuff like this!) After a failed attempt to unclog it with a makeshift snake fashioned from a hanger (I learned my mad "make-do" skills from my Dad...does anyone remember the match taped to the end of a straw?) I decided that a drain snake would be a good investment, but I really am cheap and while I was standing in the plumbing aisle at Wal-Mart, I saw a plastic Zip-It for $2.69. I read the back of the package and considered all the pictures, it seemed a simple yet effective device, so I bought it. Fast forward to home: I'm shoving the Zip-It down the drain, trying to be mindful of the sharp edges it boasts. (I scratched myself multiple times of course.) After a couple of tries, I pulled up a hair clog the size of a mouse and way nasty smelling. (I briefly considered posting a picture of it and then decided that no one would ever come back to this blog again if I did.) Anyhoo, I was so pleased with myself for unclogging the drain that I could scarcely restrain myself from patting my own back. I ran some hot water and then stared, dumbfounded, as it still swirled lazily down the drain. What the freak?!? What exactly is down this drain? Do I want to know? (Of course I do...just for sheer gross-out gratification.) There goes my sense of self-satisfaction. Stupid drain.
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Thing That Came Up The Drain
So, we've had a slow drain in our downstairs bath lately and it is driving me nuts. (The only thing I miss about the apartments is bei
ng able to call Doug in for stuff like this!) After a failed attempt to unclog it with a makeshift snake fashioned from a hanger (I learned my mad "make-do" skills from my Dad...does anyone remember the match taped to the end of a straw?) I decided that a drain snake would be a good investment, but I really am cheap and while I was standing in the plumbing aisle at Wal-Mart, I saw a plastic Zip-It for $2.69. I read the back of the package and considered all the pictures, it seemed a simple yet effective device, so I bought it. Fast forward to home: I'm shoving the Zip-It down the drain, trying to be mindful of the sharp edges it boasts. (I scratched myself multiple times of course.) After a couple of tries, I pulled up a hair clog the size of a mouse and way nasty smelling. (I briefly considered posting a picture of it and then decided that no one would ever come back to this blog again if I did.) Anyhoo, I was so pleased with myself for unclogging the drain that I could scarcely restrain myself from patting my own back. I ran some hot water and then stared, dumbfounded, as it still swirled lazily down the drain. What the freak?!? What exactly is down this drain? Do I want to know? (Of course I do...just for sheer gross-out gratification.) There goes my sense of self-satisfaction. Stupid drain.
ng able to call Doug in for stuff like this!) After a failed attempt to unclog it with a makeshift snake fashioned from a hanger (I learned my mad "make-do" skills from my Dad...does anyone remember the match taped to the end of a straw?) I decided that a drain snake would be a good investment, but I really am cheap and while I was standing in the plumbing aisle at Wal-Mart, I saw a plastic Zip-It for $2.69. I read the back of the package and considered all the pictures, it seemed a simple yet effective device, so I bought it. Fast forward to home: I'm shoving the Zip-It down the drain, trying to be mindful of the sharp edges it boasts. (I scratched myself multiple times of course.) After a couple of tries, I pulled up a hair clog the size of a mouse and way nasty smelling. (I briefly considered posting a picture of it and then decided that no one would ever come back to this blog again if I did.) Anyhoo, I was so pleased with myself for unclogging the drain that I could scarcely restrain myself from patting my own back. I ran some hot water and then stared, dumbfounded, as it still swirled lazily down the drain. What the freak?!? What exactly is down this drain? Do I want to know? (Of course I do...just for sheer gross-out gratification.) There goes my sense of self-satisfaction. Stupid drain.
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