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Let me explain to you something you won't hear from the majority of septic companies: I've been buried in raw sewage since I was 12 years old. Sounds attractive, right? Back in the heat of '98, my family and web site I thought our parents had lost their minds. Instead of enrolling us for little league like normal kids, we were digging trenches for our family's new septic system under the blistering Washington sun. Little did we know those wounds would turn into our blueprint.

This is the ugly truth most companies will not admit: Septic work isn't just about equipment. It is about grasping what occurs underground after the equipment leaves. The majority of folks start in this business through service vehicles. We? We began with implements in our hands and mud up to our knees.

I'll never forget the day our installer, old Gus Petrovich, handed me a level and declared, "Kid, if you cannot lay pipe straight, you're gonna drown someone's lawn in sewage by Tuesday." He was not 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 taking us to jobs all over Snohomish County. By 15, I could recognize a failing drain field from 50 yards.

That is the DNA of Septic Solutions LLC. While others were busy buying flashy trucks, we were discovering why systems actually fail. Like that horror project in '03 where we watched a "expert" crew install a tank with zero regard for soil percolation. Three months later? Backyard looked like a wetland. We promised then: No half-measures. Ever.

Skip ahead to 2009. My brother Art (you will see his name all over our permits) almost bankrupted us insisting on thoroughly testing every perc test. "Think about the swamp house," he'd growl. We ate ramen for six months. But when the downturn hit? Our systems kept functioning while others broke down. Overnight, "Nikolin boys" was a thing whispered between contractors.

Here's where we stand different: We construct systems like we're going to have to service them ourselves. Because guess what? We often do. Last Thanksgiving, Mrs. Callahan in Woodinville phoned freaking out about a holiday backup. Art drove out in his dinner-soiled shirt. Apparently her "no-service" system installed in 2015 had a filter nobody told her about. We didn't just solve it—we instructed her grandson how to clean it.

You assume that's standard? Think again. The majority of companies want you on a $200/month maintenance plan. We'd rather you know your system. Like that time we mapped out 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 noticed the soggy grass before it developed into a disaster.

Our special ingredient? It ain't not secret at all. It's in the calluses. In the way Art still picks up the phone at (425) 553-3422 personally. In the Instagram reel where my nephew facepalms at a DIYer's "no-rock drain field masterpiece" (@septic_solutionsllc—follow for laughs and solid tips). It is in the YouTube video where we condensed a 72-hour install in torrential Kirkland rain (@septicsolutionsllc).

But here's the true magic: We turned all mistake into your benefit. That overgrown disaster in Bothell? Made us to add root barriers standard. The "ghost flush" mystery in Sammamish? Now we install effluent filters on every job. Even our tanks are unique—we spec stronger concrete after witnessing how Pacific Northwest winters damage cheaper models.

Please don't just take my word for it. Ask the ex- Boeing engineer who dared us to tackle his sloping lot in Duvall. "Impossible," said three companies. We built him a pressurized system that has outlasted two of his cars. Or the young family in Monroe whose contractor installed an too-small tank—we redesigned their entire layout during a snowstorm without breaking their budget.

This is not corporate fluff. These are 25 years of frozen fingers, confusing soil reports, and fierce pride in doing it correctly. We've cried over collapsed trenches in January rains. Cheered when our sand-filter system preserved a historic Carnation farmhouse. Even interred our favorite shovel (RIP #3) with Viking funeral honors after it shattered during an epic granite battle.

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

Your turn. What is your system hiding?