This can't be good. Gary is on an excavator and Carl is in the hole with blue rubber gloves on. I only heard a slight scream once and Gary hollered "Paper towels! STAT!" I threw a roll at him and didn't want to look at what they needed them for.
This used to be my front lawn. They finally got it fixed around 3:30 this afternoon. We are flush again and I am in some serious need of some grass seed.