Another species of blobby monster comes from the fats, oils, and grease in wastewater, which we refer to by the appropriately blobby acronym FOG. You might regularly pour hot grease down the sink (say, from draining ground beef from the same tacos that give you diarrhea to flush later), and it's liquid when it rolls off your pan. But it loses temperature quickly and will solidify in your drains. So not only will you need a visit from a surly plumber in the not-too-distant future, some of the FOG makes its way to the sewers and builds up in interceptor lines. If the problem is bad enough, we all see terrible things we call "fatbergs," which are a nightmare for sewer maintenance.

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Fatbergs are chunks of grease that trap other waste, and those not-flushable flushables I mentioned make them even worse -- the two materials like to glom together, and the wet wipes make fatbergs harder and more robust. Every major city deals with fatbergs of some kind. One time in London, a 10-ton fatberg got as big as a school bus and broke the line right apart. Why hasn't Roland Emmerich made a disaster movie about that?

We see other weird stuff, and we catch and filter it out using a bar screen. If you take a solo field trip to your local plant, you might well find a display cabinet showing off various items they've nabbed. There'll always be some old coins, a somewhat gaudy ring, Happy Meal-style toys. At our plant, we totaled up the money collected from the bar screen one day. It came to $75. Once, someone flushed a driver's license, and I heard a plant employee found it, washed it, and returned it to the owner.

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The absolute strangest thing I've heard about was a live python. Their plant operator retrieved the little guy, checked up at the veterinarian, and kept it as a pet. Yes, it survived the trip, like those alligators that some swear live under New York. Flushed fish die because of the high ammonia concentrations and low dissolved oxygen in the water, but snakes breathe air, so the toxic water is no issue (although the high levels of hydrogen sulfide in the sewer would not have made it that easy for it to breathe, either). The snake's slow metabolism probably helped it respire less and go into a sort of stasis mode during this process. Again -- where's the Pixar movie about that little guy's journey? Think of all that he has seen.

Now, I supposed we should get this out of the way ...

Mine was when I had to sample dewatered biosolids (also called "cake," which is cute but gross) from underneath the centrifuge. That day, the conditioning of the sludge wasn't at its best, and it was really runny wet cake at the time. I didn't know this, so I was holding my little sample cup under the chute when a huge, wet, sloppy mass of cake shot down at my face. Luckily, I had my mouth closed. That's rule No. 1 for working at a wastewater plant.

In the lab, we always wear safety goggles, gloves, long pants, lab coats, and closed-toe nonslip shoes. If we know we're working with something nasty, we'll use a fume hood and some extra protection like a rubber smock and a face shield. The good folks who drive those septic tank trucks, however, are almost superhuman in their resistance to grossness. I see those guys unloading their trucks; they never wear gloves, and a lot of times I'll catch them eating a sandwich or something, not a foot away from a gushing stream of splashy, spraying, untreated feces. Those guys need to be studied by the CDC, because their immune systems could withstand Ebola, I swear.

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And yes, it stinks. When I first started at the plant, there was a septic sample that smelled so bad, I actually ran to the lab sink and threw up. Now, with 10 years of experience in the poop factory, my stomach is a little more impervious to such attacks. I don't mind biosolids. I even often send text photos to my family written out in biosolids (it molds a lot like Play-Doh), or in grosser stuff. Everyone in my family has received a poop-o-gram from me at some point. Here's one I made for you guys:

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And now that we're done playing with strangers' feces, let me relay a valuable piece of advice ...

Lots of people flush drugs down their toilet, and I'm not even talking about the bag of cocaine that you hurriedly flush right before police kick down your door. The logic goes that if you throw your medications in the trash along with your holey socks and credit card statements, Hobo Joe might find them when he pokes through the dumpster, and once he swallows them, he'll get a little too happy. Or, little kids or pets could get into them -- hell, even the FDA advises flushing certain drugs (rare drugs that are potent enough to kill if accidentally taken by the wrong person). But when you flush drugs, they end up in the general water supply and environment, and we have absolutely no way of removing them. Yes, this is a big deal.

You're probably thinking that a couple pills dissolved in oceans of sewage can't possibly have an effect. But when you multiply common prescriptions times the millions of people flushing them, they have a huge impact (how many people do you who know who aren't on at least one medication at the moment?). In some cases, drug concentrations in wastewater are higher than they are in the blood of people taking the medicine. We've already mentioned one of the clearer consequences -- birth control runoff feminizes male fish(!). And that's just from traces of drugs in your pee, not even whole flushed pills.

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Other birth control runoff has been known to kill those fish. Residue of antidepressants in wastewater keep birds from feeding and other drug residues keep amphibians from breeding. Frogs can become intersex. Just from your flushed medication! Then there was the anti-inflammatory drug in India that went rogue after they gave it to cows and killed off 99.9 percent of vultures that pecked bad spots.

So, just throw your drugs away, dammit. If you want to be careful about it, put them in a bag mixed with something undesirable (like used kitty litter or coffee grounds) to ensure no one will sift through the mess. The pills will end up in a landfill, where an impermeable lining separates them from the environment.

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And speaking of the environmental effects: You know those tiny beads, microplastics, in face wash and stuff? They're bad. Really, really bad. Sewage has all kinds of dissolved and suspended stuff, but most of it settles to the bottom in our dedicated sedimentation tanks. Not microplastics -- they float, they leave our plant intact, they get eaten by wildlife, and they kill.

Those biosolids are one product of sewage treatment. The other product is liquid. If a plant discharges to a stream or river (as opposed to the ocean, the biggest diluent on Earth), we have regulations strict enough that the stuff can be immediately sipped up into a drinking water plant. So if Californians today react in horror to "toilet to tap" plans, that's another totally dumb form of disgust. Processing wastewater into drinking water is safe, makes total sense, and already happens in plenty of places worldwide.