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Spent the last 2.5 hours mowing the lawn under a brutal 30°C sun with no wind. I ran until the gas gave out in the cutter. Wore nothing but shorts, blasting fear.fm hardstyle through my ears while swinging my body like a metronome of destruction.
The heat must have awakened every midge and mosquito in a five-kilometer radius. I killed around 50 by hand, no exaggeration. They come at you when you’re soaked in sweat — and today, I was practically marinated. My wife and son were wearing repellents, but to me, repellents are just procrastination lotion. You use them, and next time, you’re guaranteed the same swarm — if not worse. It never solves the problem. Just delays the reckoning.
Mid-mow, my son tangled a 50-meter extension cord like a mutant spaghetti nest. He couldn’t figure out how to unwrap it, so I stepped in. While fixing it, I asked him: “If this was yours, and you lived alone, would you just throw it out?” He said yes.
That answer hit harder than the sunburn. Disappointing, but I left it at that. He’ll learn — hopefully before he builds a landfill of avoidable waste.
Now I’ve got half the yard mowed and a deep, uneven tan on my back. Feels like a branding from the sun itself. Time to cool off, reload the gas, and finish what I started.
Followup story: When Good Intentions Go Unnoticed