I mowed my yard. For the first time ever, I touched a mower. I know a lot of people learn to mow growing up, it is their chore at the house. However, my sister was kind enough to mess up the yard so bad once, that my dad never let us anywhere near the mower again (thanks, J!).
Fast forward a few years, and I am a 32-year-old who doesn’t know how to mow. I spent my first few years hiring out a guy to mow, but to be honest, I could really use that money. So this weekend, I decided to try my hand at it.
All was going well until about 8 feet (yup, 8 whole feet!) into the mowing adventure. This itty, bitty baby bunny darted straight in front of the mower. I panicked. I did want to hit any bunnies. I cautiously move forward another few feet and, ahhh, more bunnies! Oh crud. I know if I hit one, I will be in tears for days. So I turn the mower off and run around the yard trying to scare all the bunnies. I make it towards the front yard, and HJ is in the driveway in his pj’s crying his eyes out, yelling at me.
He wanted to help. I told him about the baby bunnies, and showed him how to run and yell like a lunatic to scare them away (my neighbors have to think I am bonkers). I did see a few more babies, and may have completely avoided cutting about a 4 by 4 space of my neighbor’s yard (I think that’s where the nest is), but I made it without hitting any. *I have a duplex, my neighbor is disabled and can not mow, that is why I mowed hers as well*
As I was mowing, I could tell a storm was coming in. The temperature changed drastically, and the wind really picked up. When I had about 5 minutes left, it started sprinkling. And then pouring. And thundering and lightening.
Needless to say, I was soaking wet, covered in grass and suffering baby bunny induced anxiety attacks. Mowing was exactly how I pictured it would be.