This past weekend, a pretty notable stormfront moved through and not only dropped a good amount of rain, but also did weird stuff to the pressure.
Somewhere in there, plus an undiscovered bit of blockage in our outgoing pipes (presumably), the extra water + “wax-sealed bottle” effect + pressure ups-and-downs resulted in several liters of rancid water burping back into our garage.
To quote my description shared with a friend at the time:
I could tell you what it smelled like, but you’d never eat Taco Bell again.
It was rank and it covered most everything in the garage.
Kaz took charge and got a lot of stuff cleaned and since then I’ve done spot disinfecting as I locate a place that obvious needs it and, frankly, it all needs it. Spiritual taint abounds.
We called a professional who came out and got the pipes cleaned out and washed back out the sediment and such that had been shoved forcibly into our system.
Now I’m washing dishes with a sense of dread. Just waiting to hear The Burp again.