This is mine...and my husband, while he was attempting to fix our leach field. It was all for naught. The lady across the street called the city on us because we weren't finishing fast enough (it was about an hour away from being finished, just covering up all the pipes), so we had to get a contractor anyway which set me back many thousands of dollars, but there was a little sweet revenge in it all, because the contractor couldn't get to it for two months, so it sat open that long and the hag across the street was agitated every day. (When I leave here, I'm going to write stuff in her lawn with Roundup).
