Greg grabbed his keys. He was a landlord, not a plumber, but times were tight. A plumber would cost $400 just to show up. A Bunnings snake? $89.
The snake went slack.
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.” bunnings snake drain
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. Greg grabbed his keys
He knelt before the sink cabinet, a flashlight clamped between his teeth. The pipe emerged from the wall like a dark, wet nostril. He fed the snake’s tip in—a blunt, serrated head designed to chew through the apocalypse. The first metre slid in easily. The second metre felt… organic. A Bunnings snake