7:10 a.m. duplex call: toilet burping like a tuba; camera at 23 ft shows a rope of “flushables” wrapped around a plastic T‑Rex, so I swapped to a serrated cutter, chewed it free, then finished with a 3,000 PSI jet rinse that turned it into confetti. Honest takeaway: I diagnose, I cut, I jet — can we please stop pretending those wipes are anything but dinosaur bait?