by someone, I mean my landlord, who had “stopped by to check the pipes” while I was away—had left it in my bathtub.
But that wasn’t the shocking part.
The shocking part was what the drain snake revealed.
What the “Snake” Was Hiding
Once I got over the initial terror and embarrassment (I may have screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear), I noticed something strange. The bathtub drain was surrounded by a faint brownish ring. And there was a small puddle of water in the bottom of the tub, even though I hadn’t used it in ten days.
I called my landlord, still holding the rubber snake like a trophy.
“Hey,” I said, “did you leave a drain snake in my bathtub while I was gone?”
There was a long pause.
“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Sorry about that. I meant to come back for it. There’s been a
