As you know, Aaron and I have lived in little flats with no green space. Now we have a big ol' front and back garden (err, lawn). To keep the neighbors happy, we need to mow the lawn often, but that's something that neither of us have really done too much before.
Aaron decided to tackle it first (and every time since). When I saw him crouched on the grass staring at the ground with his head in his hands, I thought the mower had broken and walked over. It turns out that bunnies had a burrow in the grass, which he couldn't see because they, you know..burrow. After going over the hidden burrow with the mower, bunnies started hemorrhaging out of the ground, some even jumped up then fell over stunned, cartoon-like, with no obvious damage. The picture is of Aaron trying to place one bunny in a box to bring to the rescue center. Unfortunately, it didn't make it, which made a girl called Rain who works at the center, cry...a lot.
I never would have thought that we were so unbelievably unprepared to do even a simple thing like mowing the lawn.
But, at the time, the situation was so hideous and Aaron's expression so horrified that I couldn't stand, nor breathe, through my laughter.
Just point me in the direction of hell.
(And yup, Aaron is that absurdly muscly. He looks photoshoped.)
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