Vesuvius

There is a nefarious clog in my bathroom sink. Without getting into too much detail (it’s gross, and I’m embarrassed!) I have a lot of hair, and it falls out like I’m some kind of Alpaca getting her winter coat, and whatever. It’s hard on the plumbing. Sorry.

 

Anyway, in addition to trying to give up high fructose corn syrup, I’ve been trying to phase super scary chemicals out of the kitchedoor arsenal whenever I can. So I was excited when I found a recipe for all-natural drain-unclogger: a quarter cup of baking soda, half a cup of vinegar right down the drain. Rinse with boiling water, and repeat.

 

I don’t know if I forgot that particular second-grade chemistry lesson or what, but boy howdy was I surprised—and delighted—at the noisy, foamy volcanic explosion brought on by the reaction between the baking soda and vinegar. It was excellent and satisfying in the way that only elementary-school science projects can be. I actually giggled with glee.

 

It didn’t work, by the way. I rinsed and repeated for the better part of an hour and the stupid thing still won’t drain. Leprechaun is going to have to take the trap out, or whatever it is that boys do to unclog sinks (she said, swooning and waving her hanky). But who cares? I’m going to make volcanoes every day.

 

Do any of you guys have a tip for clearing clogs sans-Draino?