Euuuwww, the seamy underbelly of Tri-Cities, WA real estate

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.