Like a nice (read: bored) wife, I mowed the lawn this morning. I just did this on Friday, but none-the-less, I did it again because all the rain we’ve had turned our lawn into a freakin’ rain forest.
So I’m mowing along this morning, which is usually pretty uneventful, when I notice something funny in a patch I just mowed over.
Insert really sad face.
I mowed over a frog.
If I hadn’t been sweating as much as I was, I would’ve cried. Poor little guy probably didn’t even see it coming. But seriously, you’d think he’d hop for dear life when he heard my motor runnin’.
Look out wild life – the grim reaper is me with a lawn mower… 🙁