Blocked Toilet ~upd~ May 2026

As Gus lapped enthusiastically, a tiny, horrible pop echoed through the pipes. The water level dropped six inches. Gus sneezed, shook his head, and trotted off, a look of profound disappointment on his furry face.

"Gus, no!" Mark shouted, too late.

Mark stared at the toilet bowl. The water, instead of retreating to its porcelain cave, was rising. Steadily. Menacingly. It kissed the rim, trembled, and then… stopped. A mere millimeter from catastrophe. blocked toilet