Pool House
John and Joan Johnson stepped eagerly out onto their back patio. They’d been talking about installing a pool for months. It was time to get serious. But as soon as they saw the state of the yard, their jaws dropped.
Overnight, the small expanse of green grass had been flooded with black puddles. Their jaws slammed shut an instant later as the stench hit them. This was definitely not rainwater and definitely not the type of pool they had in mind.
They quickly retreated into the house and Joan reached for her cell phone. After a few years of life with a septic system, she’d discovered the value of a septic service pumper. They were on a first-name basis.
“Yeah, Mike, we’re pretty sure the system is backed up. Could you send someone over?”
That afternoon, as Joan and John watched from the patio door, Mike was peering into the subterranean septic tank and shaking his head.
“Yep,” he reported. “Both your septic system and the drain field are clogged with layers of undigested solid waste from the tank. The system has failed biologically, and now we need to get the drain field to perk.”
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
Pool House
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