I stand well away from the water spray and stinkiness emanating from the open hole of the septic. The dirty water has begun to slurp down the filter-less pipe, flowing onward to the leach field.
The Man holds up the slimy blackened septic filter and says, "When you see water coming out from under the septic cover the best case scenario is a clogged filter".
I look at my husband. He's wearing safety glasses, an N-95 mask, work coveralls, and rubber gloves that covers his arms entirely, almost to his arm pits.
I nod. Yeah, you're right.
