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On Mowing II

  The lawn must be mowed.  It's a fact, like gravity or God.  I felt like God, tearing great wrathful swaths through the little creatures' grass-treed world. A snake, a frog, dozens of large spiders with little white balls clutched to their behinds...  Quick, grab your 800,000 children and run!  Take to all eight!  I felt like the Incredible Hulk looking at my green toes.  I felt like performing a minor miracle of physics on the front lawn, say a spontaneous nuclear explosion, or eating the sun... Just out of spite.    I felt like I was the momentary focus of a hot new reality tv series; Lawnwatch, maybe.  I'm the Mow Ho.  I'm the best self-propelled mower on the market.
  Saw two woodpeckers with bright red heads today, and a crane-like bird with a missing pinion. I wonder if he's hunting in the quarry.  Also saw an oriole harassing a crow (little bird picking on big bird). Snake in grass was small, black, white collar (what little he let me see of him during the rescue attempt from the Mower of God.)  Saw some god AWFUL spiders, one big tannish guy who looked jumpy and bitey, and a mess of those busy mothers rescuing their egg sacs.  Also, lots of giant dragonflys