Rock Toilet
Tuesday morning when Alison got up, the toilet was clogged. This happens every couple weeks or so, so she grabbed the plunger to fix it, which is usually a 30 second job. As she worked, Gideon walked in and asked, "What are you doing? Are you getting the rock out?" Uh-oh. All day Tuesday the toilet wouldn't flush by itself, but the plunger could still make it work. When Mike got home, Alison asked him to try and fix it. He worked all evening, but the rock only got more stuck. Finally we decided to just replace the toilet, because it was old and gross anyway. However, at that point we realized that the former homeowner, who messed up all the wiring, also thought he could do plumbing. The toilet was resting on top of an iron pipe with not flange or any connection, in the middle of an 8 inch square hole which was too large for the toilet bolts to go into the floor; they were just dangling into the hole not connected to anything. The only thing holding that toilet up was a ...