I thought I could handle it myself. The smell hit me first thing in the morning—rotten eggs, sharp and heavy, seeping from the vents. I googled, convinced it was just a drain. I poured baking soda, ran hot water, scrubbed every inch. Nothing changed. I spent hours crawling under the sink, hands raw from cheap tools, convinced I could outsmart whatever was wrong. I ignored the pit in my stomach about gas leaks because calling a pro felt like admitting defeat—and I was scared of the bill. When the utility guy finally showed up, he found a leak. I was lucky. I saved $80 on a plumber, but I lost sleep, peace, and trust in my own judgment. Next time, I won’t wait. Some things aren’t worth the risk. #DIYDisaster #HomeBudgetFail #BrokeButCreative #Home #HomeMaintenanceRepair