I once ignored the slime for a month. One morning, I went to make coffee, and the water came out chunky. Not like pulp from orange juice, but like a disgruntled jellyfish had taken up residence in my kettle. I almost cried, but then I laughed because what else can you do?
I spent three days flushing bleach, wearing rubber gloves, and muttering curses at my well pump. After that, I installed a simple injection system. Now, when I see a bit of film, I just adjust the chlorine dose and move on with my life. I own the bacteria now, they don’t own me.
