TMI Thursday: Drain Soup

 

You know, I’m starting to get really sick and tired of finding more and more out about these renters that lived in my house prior to me moving back.   

It’s one of those things where it looks great from the outside.  It may even look great from the inside.  But you start to look a little closer, you begin to see flaws . . . and cracks and crevices filled with goop.   

Last week, I posted about how I found a soiled pair of underwear in my house.  Seems the renters thought I needed a “Welcome Home” present.  After all, who doesn’t love a good BM?  I know I do . . . but certainly not in my underpants.  

When my mom and I first looked over the house, it looked as though it were kept very neat and tidy.  Then we started to inspect, you know, the little things . . .  

Like the kitchen sink . . . which had particles of grimy, old food left in it . . .  

Or the baseboards . . . which had dog hair, dirt and kid snot left on them for me to clean . . .  

Or like that dirty pair of underwear I found in the basement . . .  

Or the fact that the dryer’s lint catcher hadn’t been cleaned out in what seemed like the entire year they lived there (we dug deep to find all the mess leftover).  Not to mention, isn’t that a fire and health hazard?  

But this also helps to put another big heaping of icing on the cake.   

When I lived at my other house, I was a big stickler for cleaning out the sink/shower drains every week.  I know what happens when you shower and brush your hair and style your hair.  The drain gets bogged down with dirty, hair product-soiled clumps of that shiz on the top of your head.  

So Tuesday evening I’m brushing my teeth as I’m getting ready to hit the sack (and hard).  

Much to my dismay, when I turned the water on to rinse off my toothbrush, it kept rising and rising . . . and rising.  Thankfully, I was a damn smart cookie and I had already brought over my drain snake from the other house for, you know, times like these.  

It’s a rather small drain, so I figured that it wouldn’t take much for it to get clogged.   

This is the mess I pulled out:  

 

 Okay, I get that a little hair will get caught down the drain every once in a while, but THIS MUCH?! Seriously!  Have you renters never heard of a thing such as a “deep cleaning”!?  No?  Well, let me enlighten you . . . scrub, sanitize and CLEAN.  It doesn’t take a genius to figure all this out!!! And there’s no way in hell all that could be my hair considering I don’t have long, dark brown hair . . .!!!  

Snap on those rubber gloves, grab yourself a bucket of Pine Sol and get to work!

Tagged as: cleanliness, disgusting, hazards, health, moving, pet peeves, presents, renters, surprises, TMIT, toxic