So a few days rolls by and a dreadful smell started to protrude from the drain. It smelt like a decaying corpse. My thoughts "Eh, it's not that bad...I can still shower and not wreak of this decaying smell. I mean if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger...right?" I'm saying this as I am swaying back and forth trying not to pass out.
A few more days go by, and now our toilet sounds like a zombie is about to pop out of it and eat us alive. I literally would not pee in the middle of the night because of this zombie....and I really didn't want it to wake up the 3 year old just down the hall.
But Chris seized every opportunity to say hi to the zombie at 3 AM. |
I get home and I unscrew the drain top and suddenly the smell of death hit me like a tornado propelled ninja turtle that was on fire! All I could think of was "OH MY GOSH I AM GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE IN THE SHOWER!!!" I began praying to God for mercy. My body began convulsing and I was on the verge of puking up everything I've eaten since I was two years old. But I was NOT going to give up. I got the auger in place and started to push it down. Suddenly I was fighting for my life! It was as though a vortex was trying to suck in the auger and would not release it! I was pulling as hard as I could when finally something became loose and I found this:
I think this is what it used to be... |
Poor unsuspecting Michael. He's gonna get sucked down that golf hole. |
No joke (ok a little joking). Yeah I'd be a little pissed off if I just came out of a drain too, but at least it explains the rat I pulled out first. |
By the end of cleaning out my drain there was so much hair that it filled the bottom of the garbage bag and was about 5 inches high up in the garbage bag. EWE. That's all I can say.