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He fed the electric eel into the pipe. The machine hummed, then growled as the blades bit into the root mass. He felt the vibration through the rubber grips—a juddering, tearing sensation as the cutter spun at high speed. Grrrnd-chunk, grrrnd-chunk. It was an ugly sound, the noise of violent surgery. Shredded root fragments, looking like shredded coconut, began to flush back past the manhole. He worked methodically, pushing the cable further, clearing a path inch by inch. The pipe was old, fragile. If he pushed too hard, he could shatter the clay and create a bigger problem. Too gentle, and the roots would regrow in a month.

The call came in at 7:13 on a Tuesday morning, just as Frank was pouring his first coffee. The dispatcher’s voice crackled through the van’s two-way. drain root cutting wakefield