“I wonder what a frog thinks about when it sees a big-ass riding mower heading towards it on the lawn…” This oh-so-whimsical thought was in my brain yesterday while I was cutting the grass, instead of what should have been in my brain, which was “I wonder what would happen if I crashed into that sawhorse…” Well, mystery solved. What happens is that the canoe comes crashing down on the lawnmower, the sawhorse gets a broken leg (no need to shoot it quite yet though) and the front tire of the mower pops its seal, leaving it flopping around on the rim.
A weekend sure can turn on you…
Thanks to the help of Good Neighbour Mike and his hydraulic jack, and the good folks at Canadian Tire (although the latter did charge me) the grass finally did get cut.
Yikes! That’s not a pleasant way to spend what could be a loverly idyllic-type experience. Although, might I say, and disagree if you will, at least you didn’t also slice open the frog. That woulda been the (gross, froggy) icing on the cake. My husband sliced open a toad a couple of weeks ago, and it weren’t pretty.
Indeed — but they do seem quite skilled at hopping to safety at the last second…