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I need to explain to you something you aren't going to hear from the majority of septic companies: I have been elbow-deep in raw sewage since I was a preteen years old. Looks glamorous, right? Back in the heat of '98, my family and I thought our mother and father had lost their minds. Instead of signing up for little league like normal kids, we were digging trenches for our family's new septic system under the scorching Washington sun. Little did we know those wounds would become our blueprint.

This is the harsh truth nearly all companies will not admit: Septic work is not just about pipes and pumps. It's about knowing what happens underground after the equipment leaves. Nearly all folks start in this business through service vehicles. We? We began with shovels in our hands and mud up to our knees.

I'm never forget the day our installer, old Gus Petrovich, threw me a level and barked, "Boy, if you can't lay pipe straight, you will drown somebody's lawn in sewage by Tuesday." He sure wasn't wrong. We dedicated three days that July battling with a challenging clay bed near Redmond—digging, measuring, cursing, repeat. But this is the surprise: Gus kept bringing us to jobs all over Snohomish County. By 15, I could spot a deteriorating drain field from 50 yards.

This is the DNA of Septic Solutions LLC. While rivals were occupied with buying fancy trucks, we were learning why systems truly fail. Like that nightmare project in '03 where we watched a "professional" crew install a tank with absolutely no regard for soil percolation. Three months later? Yard looked like a swamp. We vowed then: No shortcuts. Not once.

Skip ahead to 2009. My brother Art (you will see his name all over our permits) nearly bankrupted us demanding on verifying three times every perc test. "Remember the swamp house," he would growl. We ate instant noodles for six months. But when the recession hit? Our systems kept functioning while others collapsed. All at once, "Nikolin boys" was a thing mentioned between contractors.

Let me explain where we stand different: We create systems like we're going to have to service them ourselves. Because guess what? We usually do. Last Thanksgiving, Mrs. Callahan in Woodinville rang in crisis about a holiday overflow. Art drove out in his gravy-covered shirt. Apparently her "self-maintaining" system installed in 2015 had a filter nobody told her about. We didn't just fix it—we showed her grandson how to clean it.

You think that's standard? Not a chance. Nearly all companies push you on a $200/month maintenance plan. We rather you comprehend your system. Like that time we drew drainage diagrams on Dave Miller's kitchen table in Everett while his children added crayon clouds. Why? Because when Dave's willow tree roots attacked his leach field last spring, he caught the waterlogged grass before it turned into a disaster.

Our special ingredient? It's not secret at all. It's in the calluses. In the way Art still answers the phone at (425) 553-3422 directly. In the Instagram reel where my nephew cringes at a DIYer's "gravel-free drain field masterpiece" (@septic_solutionsllc—follow for laughs and solid tips). It's in the YouTube video where we compressed a 72-hour install in pouring Kirkland rain (@septicsolutionsllc).

But let me share the real magic: web page We turned all setback into your advantage. That overgrown disaster in Bothell? Made us to add root barriers by default. The "phantom flush" mystery in Sammamish? Now we install effluent filters on each job. Even our tanks are special—we spec stronger concrete after observing how Pacific Northwest winters destroy cheaper models.

Please don't just take my word for it. Ask the ex- Boeing engineer who dared us to manage his sloping lot in Duvall. "Impossible," said three companies. We created him a pressurized system which has outlasted two of his cars. Or the young family in Monroe whose developer installed an undersized tank—we redesigned their complete layout during a blizzard without busting their budget.

This ain't business fluff. It's 25 years of frostbitten fingers, misread soil reports, and relentless pride in doing it correctly. We've cried over failed trenches in January downpours. High-fived when our sand-filter system saved a historic Carnation farmhouse. Even laid to rest our favorite shovel (RIP #3) with Viking funeral honors after it snapped during an epic granite battle.

So if you find yourself scrolling through septic companies questioning who won't evaporate after the check clears? Consider the boys who still know their first lesson from Gus: "A decent system hides. A excellent system works while hiding." We did not just build this business—we developed it from the ground up, one genuine hole at a time.

Your turn. What's your system hiding?