Today, I finally am well enough to get my entire lawn care regime done in one go without sitting down in dire pain afterward. Only took about fourteen weeks (and I'm sure my next-door neighbor who has been cutting my lawn all this time is just happy I'm taking care of it!)... It's still not "I can sleep comfortably," healed, but at least the vast majority of my day-to-day activity is back where I can do it. This is a good thing for me, but not so much for the toad in my backyard.
Let me go on the record with this... I do not recommend in any way, shape, or form doing horrible things to innocent wildlife. I'm certainly not going to start up some power tools, bust out my best manic laughter, and chase down critters, and I hope none of my readers are likely to do so, either. If you are the type that'd do that, please get the psychological help which you so obviously need.
Anyhow, let's just say that there's one less toad in the world thanks to it hanging out a thick bit of my lawn which I was hacking back with a string trimmer. That kind of thing just isn't pretty.
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