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I need to tell you something you aren't going to hear from the majority of septic companies: I've been buried in raw sewage since I was a preteen years old. Sounds attractive, right? Back in the summer of '98, my siblings and I thought our parents had gone and lost their minds. Instead of enrolling us for little league like regular kids, we were digging trenches for our family's new septic system under the scorching Washington sun. Little did we know those calluses would become our blueprint.

Let me share the ugly truth most companies will not admit: Septic work isn't just about pipes and pumps. It's about grasping what occurs underground after the equipment leaves. Nearly all folks start in this business through maintenance vans. We? We began with tools in our hands and mud up to our knees.

I will never forget the day our installer, old Gus Petrovich, threw me a level and barked, "Kid, if you are unable to lay pipe straight, you will drown a person's lawn in sewage by Tuesday." He was not wrong. We invested three days that July wrestling with a challenging clay bed near Redmond—shoveling, measuring, cursing, repeat. But this is the surprise: Gus kept bringing us to jobs all over Snohomish County. By 15, I could recognize a failing drain field from 50 yards.

This is the DNA of Septic Solutions LLC. While competitors were occupied with buying flashy trucks, we were discovering why systems actually fail. Like that disaster project in '03 where we witnessed a "professional" crew install a tank with absolutely no regard for soil percolation. Three months later? Backyard looked like a marsh. We promised then: No half-measures. Never.

Fast forward to 2009. My brother Art (you will see his name all over our permits) nearly bankrupted us requiring on verifying three times every perc test. "Remember the swamp house," he used to growl. We ate ramen for six months. But when the downturn hit? Our systems kept operating while others collapsed. All at once, "Nikolin boys" turned into a thing whispered between contractors.

This is where we're different: We create systems like we'll have to fix them ourselves. Because you know what? We typically do. Last Thanksgiving, Mrs. Callahan in Woodinville called freaking out about a holiday backup. Art rushed out in his dinner-soiled shirt. As it happened her "no-service" system installed in 2015 had a filter no one told her about. We never just fix it—we showed her grandson how to clean it.

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

Our secret sauce? It's not secret at all. It's in the rough hands. In the way Art still takes the phone at (425) 553-3422 directly. In the Instagram reel where my nephew groans at a DIYer's "stone-less drain field masterpiece" (@septic_solutionsllc—subscribe for laughs and legit tips). It is in the YouTube video where we condensed a 72-hour install in relentless Kirkland web page rain (@septicsolutionsllc).

But this is the true magic: We have turned all setback into your benefit. That mossy disaster in Bothell? Showed us to add root barriers standard. The "ghost flush" mystery in Sammamish? Now we install effluent filters on each job. Even our tanks are unique—we spec heavier concrete after witnessing how Pacific Northwest winters crack cheaper models.

Don't just take my word for it. Ask the former Boeing engineer who tested us to tackle his sloping lot in Duvall. "Impossible," said three companies. We created him a pressurized system that's outlasted two of his cars. Or the young family in Monroe whose builder installed an inadequate tank—we redesigned their entire layout during a snowstorm without busting their budget.

This ain't business fluff. This is 25 years of frostbitten fingers, misread soil reports, and fierce pride in doing it right. We cried over collapsed trenches in January storms. Cheered when our sand-filter system preserved a historic Carnation farmhouse. Even laid to rest our favorite shovel (RIP #3) with Viking funeral honors after it shattered during an legendary granite battle.

So if you find yourself scrolling through septic companies questioning who will not vanish after the check clears? Consider the boys who still remember their first lesson from Gus: "A solid system hides. A excellent system works while hiding." We did not just establish this business—we grew it from the ground up, one genuine hole at a time.

Your turn. Tell me what your system hiding?