I make the call and they schedule me for 8-9 am Friday the 13th. I tell them "the drive is pretty big, but you'll need the extra long hose and I'll dig up the lid".
Where do YOU live? Do you flush and never think about it? Your tax dollars pay for a municipal "wastewater treatment plant" which is some large facility you don't want to go near? We have our own personal "wastewater treatment plant"! In the country, if you don't have an outhouse you hopefully have a septic system... you flush, it goes out a pipe to a large underground holding tank where it ferments and ages at the bottom and liquid goes out the top to...wherever. These days wherever involves a large system of gravel and pipes. We live by a river. I don't swim in that river. I KNOW that my septic system and my neighbor's are all pointing down to it.... ANYWAY, our system is functioning fine and like your teeth every six months you want that thing pumped every couple of years.
Pumped of WHAT? Do you really want an answer to that? Everything.
SO, I clear a path through weeds from drive to tank, dig up the pile of rocks and dirt on top of the lid and the friendly dude does a thorough job... it is, um, horrible and humbling to help with this process but here is a haiku I wrote after he left and shared elsewhere:
Friday the thirteenth,
And he shakes my hand.