And what's that hiding in the grass?
It's one of those viscious killer predators that terrorise the surbaban jungles!
And here's how it finally turned out.
No, it's not the best job, and it is a little chewed up, and it's not how grass should be treated, but it ain't mine and I don't care...
about 15 minutes after I'd finished, who should show up but the new owner next door... he asked what was up and I told him I'd just mowed part of his lawn... And he apologised profusely.
He hasn't moved in yet, because there's some work that needs done on the house before they do... and he'd hired somebody to mow once a week... evidently the idgit has taken care of the front yard but not the back alley... he then asked if he could borrow the weedeater before the other neighbors went haywire.
Hey, it's cool. I don't particularly like yard work, but I don't HATE it. And at least you can look at it and know you've achieved something... of course, Phennig (the cat) is infuriated at me now. It seems he thinks I won't let him have any fun.