The Culprit

Since we've moved in to Wymount, our bathroom sink has had a few drainage problems. No big deal--it just gets a slow drain from time to time. Last time we called the maintenance guy to fix it, he took an unbent wire hanger, swirled it around in the drain, pulled out a wad of gunk, and Voila! it was fixed.

This past week, our drain slowed again--and I learned at a recent Relief Society activity that pouring baking soda and vinegar down the drain works like a foaming pipe snake. Being the ultimate handy-woman that I am, (LOL!), I decided to try this out while Ryan was at school on Friday. I poured in the baking soda and poured in a little vinegar. It foamed nicely for a few minutes, so I poured in a little more. After a few minutes of this, I started to notice that now, instead of draining slowly, the sink wasn't draining at all! I tried plunging it to no avail. So, I did what any self-respecting handy-woman would do in the same situation. I gave up and waited for Ryan to come home and figure out how I broke the drain.

When he got home, we searched the house for a wire hanger--and not finding one, I called in the reinforcements, (in the form of Brittany Hall--Thanks a bunch for the hanger, BTW). After prepping the hanger with a tiny hook on the end, he started "snaking" the drain pipe. A few minutes later, I was summoned to the bathroom to see this:

Well, no wonder our sink hasn't drained well for the 9+ months we've lived here! Miraculously enough, our drain works perfectly now. The only question I have is why didn't the maintenance man find that a few months ago?