Clearly I was not meant to mow the lawn. There has been some procrastinating, but finally ran out of excuses.
So, after running over a wasp nest in the first 5 minutes, can say that I am going to take a break. Only got nailed with 2 stings, but that's enough to make me want to walk away for now.
At least my guilt is somewhat assuaged by not being the bastard spraying liquid death into the hole after already running a lawnmower over 'em. My honey (heh) took one look at my pitiful countenance and grabbed the murder can. That guy does love me!
