The more I think about it, the grosser it is. So, I try not to think about it.
I’m talking about septic systems.
I’m a city girl. I grew up 30 minutes outside of L.A. and we have sewer systems there, thank you very much. The first time I heard about a septic system was when I heard about Erma Bombeck’s The Grass Is Always Greener over the Septic Tank . I asked my dad what a septic tank was and he said it was an on-site sewage system. Hey, I was a kid, it sounded good to me.
But here’s the deal, at its most basic, yes, it’s an on-site sewage system. But it’s really a tank that holds your poop. And that’s just gross. I want my waste far, far, far away from me. I don’t want it in my backyard. I want to flush and imagine it disappearing to Timbuktu.
There is a time and a place for septic systems, and if you don’t have a personal problem with sleeping with your waste a mere ten feet away, then knock yourself out. I’ll even sell you a house with a septic system. But not without shuddering a little inside.