Progress?

There is presumably a big giant hole in my back yard. I presume this because there is verifiably a big giant pile of mud in my back yard, ostensibly obscuring said big giant hole. There are also little colored flags sticking out of the ground all over the place, surely the marked off underground lines. Were it not raining and generally unpleasant out, and were I not a complete klutz, I might venture out to peer down the hole. But couldn't you just picture Shawn slipping on the mud, falling into the big sewage-tainted hole, not able to get out, reminiscent of the pool scene from Poltergeist? I know that I just brought joy to some faces by mere suggestion. But that is definitely not a situation I will put myself into.