That's part of the fuel pump that got jammed into the fuel tank. Ugh! The poor truck driver. Since our street is not yet finished, there is a relatively large incline between the sidewalk and our road. When the truck driver drove over the this incline, the heavy trailer filled with iron pressed down on the filter, broke it, and pushed it through the fuel tank.
Again, poor truck driver. When I got home, this was the scene:
Of course, what I found out when I talked to Joern was that this scene remained unchanged for 6 hours today! We walked down to talk to the truck driver. He was so nice. I guess after the incident, he contacted his boss, who contacted the mechanics they work with. It took the mechanics 4 hours to get to Neckartailfingen, and another 2 hours to put a band-aid on it, so that the driver could drive home. The truck driver explained that he will never forget our construction, and will respectfully decline returning to our construction site for further deliveries. He will recommend that a smaller truck complete further deliveries. I feel really bad for this poor guy.
In other more successful news, the footers poured in the back and the front. According to Joern, the trench for the footer in front of our house was deeper than I am tall. Woah!
The builders also laid out some of the waste water piping:
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