Little Hawk, Finnegan wasn't there any more than the ground was where Mick went. It was an illusion of ground, but a lot more believable than a talking rabbit. I believe Mick tried to move his chair into the "no-sit zone" when we were up there in July and multiple voices yelled "STOP!!!" before he could take a dirt dive.

Rick, you and Heather gotta NAME the backyard garden retreat. Not something silly like "The Backyard" or "The Garden" but something along the lines of "Elysia" (which I'm probably spelling wrong) or "Tream" ...or maybe just "Graceland."