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The phone buzzed against Greg’s hip like an angry wasp. He wiped his greasy hands on his shorts and squinted at the screen. “Bunnings.” The automated message was crisp: Your special order, the 7.5-metre Heavy-Duty Drain Snake, is ready for collection.

A geyser of black, chunky, unspeakable sludge exploded from the pipe. It hit Greg square in the chest, sprayed up his chin, and decorated the cabinet doors in Jackson Pollock patterns of pure nightmare. The smell— oh, the smell —was a biological weapon: rotting food, stagnant dishwater, and something ancient that had been quietly composing itself for years.

Finally. The rental property’s kitchen sink had been backing up for a week, and the tenant, a retired nurse named Margaret, had started leaving polite but firm voicemails. “The water’s taking on a personality of its own, love. A brown, lumpy one.” bunnings snake drain

Greg sat frozen, dripping in liquid filth.

Then it erupted.

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.”

Then the resistance came.

But deep down, he knew the truth. The Bunnings snake had won. Not because it cleared the drain—it hadn’t, not really. But because it had taught him a lesson only Bunnings can teach: some jobs are best left to the experts. But if you’re too stubborn for that, at least buy the onion on your snag. You’re going to need something to take the taste away.