I'm cutting the lawn with Ari. He keeps getting peeved because the grass is up to our ears and it's clogging the mower. I of course, have the patience of a saint and am willing to move forward a few feet, hike the thing up on its back wheels, and let the wet, soggy grass blow free. He of course, is not. My method also gives the toads a fighting chance at avoiding a tragic fate like that actor in that movie who got his head made gone by chopper blades. Sorry. But that's what I always picture.
Speaking of movies...go read this review of the new Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm still laughing. And these days, that's a nice thing.
Back later. I just heard the mower stop again.