Bunnings Snake - Drain Extra Quality

Greg cranked the handle. The snake bucked, a live thing fighting back. He leaned his weight into it, sweat beading on his forehead. Grind. Twist. Shove. The steel groaned. The pipe made a sound like a dying cow. He gave one final, furious shove.

Greg looked down. Floating in the muck on his lap was a rusted, skeletal potato peeler, a blackened hair tie, and something that may have once been a spoon. bunnings snake drain

From the doorway, Margaret peered in. She didn’t flinch. She just nodded slowly, like a nature documentarian observing a rare event. “Ah,” she said. “So that’s where the potato peeler went.” Greg cranked the handle