I went to cut the back yard fist and...flooded the engine on the mower. So I trimmed some roses and did stuff like that and still couldn't get it started. So I said, "Screw it, there's always tomorrow" and went to the front of the house.

The neighbors two doors down were cutting my front yard! Not because it was unsightly, but it is small, they'd seen me in the back, and decided to cut it so I could figure out what had happened. Just a nice neighborly gesture.

Like the guy across the street who took our stump to the dump -- after three weeks he admitted what he'd done. Ever spend three weeks wondering what happened to a four foot long tree stump?