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I need to tell you something you won't hear from most septic companies: I have been buried in raw sewage since I was twelve years old. Sounds glamorous, right? Back in the summer of '98, my siblings and I thought our folks had lost their minds. Instead of registering for little league like typical kids, we were digging trenches for our family's new septic system under the blistering Washington sun. We had no idea those wounds would become our blueprint.

Let me share the dirty truth the majority of companies will not admit: Septic work is not just about equipment. It's really about understanding what goes on underground after the backhoe leaves. The majority of folks get into this business through pumping trucks. We? We launched with implements in our hands and clay up to our knees.

I will never forget the day our installer, old Gus Petrovich, handed me a level and said, "Boy, if you cannot lay pipe straight, you're gonna drown a person's lawn in waste by Tuesday." He was not wrong. We dedicated three days that July fighting with a difficult clay bed near Redmond—digging, measuring, swearing, repeat. But here's the kicker: Gus kept taking us to jobs all over Snohomish County. By 15, I could recognize a deteriorating drain field from 50 yards.

This is the DNA of Septic Solutions LLC. While competitors were occupied with buying expensive trucks, we were discovering why systems truly fail. Like that disaster project in '03 where we observed a "expert" crew install a tank with zero regard for soil percolation. Three months later? Yard looked like a swamp. We promised then: No half-measures. Ever.

Jump to 2009. My brother Art (you will see his name all over our permits) practically bankrupted us demanding on thoroughly testing every perc test. "Don't forget the swamp house," he used to growl. We ate cheap food for six months. But when the recession hit? Our systems kept functioning while others broke down. All at once, "Nikolin boys" was a thing mentioned between contractors.

Here's where we're different: We create systems like we'll have to service them ourselves. Because here's the thing? We usually do. Last Thanksgiving, web page Mrs. Callahan in Woodinville called panicking about a holiday overflow. Art went out in his turkey-stained shirt. Turned out her "self-maintaining" system installed in 2015 had a filter no one told her about. We did not just solve it—we instructed her grandson how to clean it.

You think that's standard? Wrong. Nearly all companies push you on a $200/month maintenance plan. We would rather you comprehend your system. Like that time we sketched 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 developed into a disaster.

Our magic formula? It's not secret at all. It is in the calluses. In the way Art still picks up the phone at (425) 553-3422 himself. In the Instagram reel where my nephew cringes at a DIYer's "stone-less drain field masterpiece" (@septic_solutionsllc—follow for laughs and solid tips). You'll see it in the YouTube video where we compressed a 72-hour install in relentless Kirkland rain (@septicsolutionsllc).

But let me share the actual magic: We turned every setback into your benefit. That mossy disaster in Bothell? Made us to add root barriers standard. The "mysterious backup" mystery in Sammamish? Now we install effluent filters on every job. Even our tanks are special—we spec thicker concrete after seeing how Pacific Northwest winters damage cheaper models.

Do not just take my testimony for it. Ask the ex- Boeing engineer who tested us to manage his sloping lot in Duvall. "No way," said three companies. We created him a pressurized system that's outlasted two of his cars. Or the young family in Monroe whose contractor installed an inadequate tank—we reconfigured their whole layout during a winter storm without exceeding their budget.

This is not business fluff. This is 25 years of frozen fingers, confusing soil reports, and relentless pride in doing it right. We cried over collapsed trenches in January rains. High-fived when our sand-filter system saved a historic Carnation farmhouse. Even buried our favorite shovel (RIP #3) with Viking funeral honors after it shattered during an legendary granite battle.

So if you are scrolling through septic companies questioning who isn't going to disappear after the check clears? Remember the boys who still know their first lesson from Gus: "A good system hides. A great system works while hiding." We never just build this business—we cultivated it from the ground up, one honest hole at a time.

Your turn. Tell me what your system hiding?