Seriously, I'm going to quit mowing the lawn if things don't quit
jumping out of the mower and scaring the crap out of me. I've gotten
accustomed to enormous toads by the mower, to CARRFULLY pulling off
the mower cover to avoid black widows, to lizards the size of my leg
being under the cover.... But today I thought I was in the clear. I
had hauled the mower all the way to the front yard, bouncing it over
patio and stepping stones, and was JUsT ready to turn it on when this
guy came shooting out the grass trap, scuttling across my foot, in
full pissed ninja crab mode. Not wanting to break with tradition, I
squealed again. Loudly.
Thank goodness he came out before I turned on the blades. That would
have been a mess.
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