Millions of them. /sigh
A lizard, who was running like fuck away from the lawnmower. He's bigger than the one living under the freezer in the garage, but is not as large as the one who lost part of his tail to the lawnmower last summer.
My life, flashing before my eyes*.
The lung I coughed up while enjoying allergy season hell spring yard work while pushing/pulling/being dragged against my will by/with the lawnmower.
A vole/gopher/OMG WTF?! hole that I'm still trying not to think about. I'm too busy wondering when snake season starts.
Twelve zillion little sticker/burr/thingies that stuck to my socks/pants/top/hair.
No wonder I don't enjoy the yard working. /cough
* Vastly disappointing albeit slightly racy in parts. Although, not nearly racy enough.
