Last week Rotorooter unclogged our tree-root entrenched drains and then we got a fancy new commode. Or “toilet” as everyone up here calls it. But I can’t say “toilet” without feeling trashy. Anyway, about 24 hours after all that went down, we found ourselves on the losing side of a drain-fly war. Seems the rootering stirred up a nest of them and I swear to all that’s holy in this universe that we’ve got ourselves a veritable plague.
A PLAGUE I tell you!
We’ve ordered some rock-em-sock-em-kill-em-dead stuff off the internets, but for the time being Clorox is my weapon of choice. There’s nothing on earth that Clorox can’t fix.