We had a septic story from you-know-where. We had absolutely no idea where our septic was and, at that time, the ground was so dry that they couldn't figure out where it was. Imagine throwing $125 tracers down the crapper and then for hours trying to figure out where in the world they lead to. Random digging of holes were made in our backyard and talks of failed systems and illegal faux septic systems linking to the old one to the tune of thousands of dollars. I felt positively ill.

I walked over to our neighbors and asked where theirs was. They explained, but still left me with nothing. They did give me the phone number though of the former owner and this sweet woman came out to our house and pointed a stick right to where it was.

No failed system, it was just too deep in the ground to trace. We were so thankful and have put a giant ugly cap on that thing so it will never be lost again.

I hope your crap story has a happy poop ending. Hugs to you!