Lawn Mower Parts

... my dad saw all in parts he took it away from... my new bicycle, my dad's lawn mower, and a clock we had...

... was in high school. kubota/lawn boy/stihl for 7 regular... mower repair, miter box chipped gears on the smaller deck. oem parts...

For all of the Honda Fan bois You Tube Mind you it's not internal combustion. But I'm willing to bet it works a lot better at mowing my lawn than my cub cadet. In all honesty I really miss my exmark 48" belt drive commercial walk behind. But as one might expect from a 30 year old mower parts are now manufactured from unobtainium.

... over $100,000 if your lawn looks like dirt and crab... into usa that the generator parts would "become loose and free... thing in the grass, figured mower might go over it, before... stripped dolls un-appealing on her lawn i ALSO found such things... un-appealing on my lawn - quite frequently! __________________________________________________________ Posted ...

... over $100,000 if your lawn looks like dirt and crab... into usa that the generator parts would "become loose and free... thing in the grass, figured mower might go over it, before... stripped dolls un-appealing on her lawn i ALSO found such things... un-appealing on my lawn - quite frequently! __________________________________________________________ Posted ...

... owns Gravely so probably fair parts crossover. The XD has the..., i think. I’m not a lawn guy or do it for ... neighbor level. It’s a budget mower that delivers prosumer performance in ...

... the B7510 HST lately on lawn mowing tasks, as i find... 251 with its Woods 6' mower much more comfortable. I looked... control is stiff, and the mower does creep ahead. Sounded as .... Go to Messnick's for a parts diagram. That, in fact, was ... tractor. Last night with the mower deck off I blew out ...

... fuel (solved by the parts cannon) and then lawn mower syndrome in the end.

... manoeuvrable GC-EM 1000/32 electric lawn mower helps ambitious hobby gardeners to... cuts the lawn cleanly and thoroughly – even with taller grass. The housing parts and... the 30-litre grass collection basket of the electric lawn mower are made... width of 32 cm, this mower is designed for lawns up ... cable disconnection during mowing. This mower is particularly easy to transport ...

... a custom nut for their lawn mower or similar. I found this... quoting on small 1 off parts but if you've got low...

... the cutting area of my lawn mower removing the grass that sticks ..., which I could use for parts at some point as its ...

I have a Power Smart Model # DV8621P Push Lawn Mower. I hit a tree root and bent my blade and broke the blade adaptor. It doesn't have a part number for the blade adaptor in my owners manual and the blade part number doesn't show up on Amazon. Can you help me find the blade and adaptor? User's recommendation: Don't buy a Power Smart Mower. Can't get parts for it.

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... less that 3 year old lawn tractor that just quit moving... grass or buy a temporary lawn mower. No loaners! Almost the entire..., I will be waiting on parts to repair my lawn tractor.....

... was looking for a gas mower to do some small areas... get my lawn tractor into. I found a Remington gas mower with self... bad gas and varnished fuel parts. I went into the fuel... carb and could get the mower to start and run only ...

... 2325 60in mower deck that's on my MF GC2300 lawn tractor. I'm... help. One of the dealers parts department told me the right...

... of a mower outside caught my attention: someone was cutting the ragged lawn of... turn out to be a parts car still only worthy for ...

...said they were waiting on parts. I asked for an ETA... on parts. They said AUGUST ! Evidently ... they just get the parts, not counting on the repair ...week to mow my acre+ lawn until my mower is repaired? Or, am I ... summer until the parts come in to the dealer in August or a full replacement mower. Or, do...reliable tractor. Husqvarna Cons: No parts available for warranty repairs. Location: ...

I’m done with my family. I'm 70, married to my college sweetheart for 44 years, with 2 adult children (37F, 34M). My husband keeps doing things without asking – like washing my irreplaceable cotton comforter on warm/hot, fading the pattern and shrinking the stitching. I was on a trip to visit family and freaked when I got home. “I was just trying to be nice.” A year later, another trip and OMG, he did it again! “I was just trying to be nice.” Who does that?? I let him mow the lawn 3 years ago and he decided to lower the mower height and kill the grass – it’s all weeds now. I’ve been chronically ill since 2018 (EDS/POTS/MCAS for those in the know), and the lawn was one of the few things that I could maintain -- it brought me so much joy. The list goes on but I’ll spare you. The final straw was last month, when I went to put my 12-year-old dog to sleep – that dog and I had mountain biked and hiked for 3 awesome years before I got sick and he had laid next to me during the next, bad 4 years of illness, never nagging me to take him for an outing that I was too ill to provide. Best Boy Ever. In his last few days, he was quite ill and I had laid next to him on a makeshift bed of pillows on the floor nearly 24/7 to comfort him, with his paws on my leg. I wanted to come back from saying goodbye and just sit there to remember him and our good times. While I was gone, my husband took the dog bed and my bed of pillows up and washed them. *Boom* When I asked him why he would do this without asking, he said “I was just trying to be nice.” I take care of myself, the dogs, the house, the bills, the taxes and everything else I can think of, except taking the garbage to the dump every other week and breaking down the cardboard boxes. I buy everything for house (appliances and consumables), and I read the owner’s manual and online instructions – if I let him do anything, he makes it up and he ruins the past how many years of work I’ve put in. Our two adult kids won’t give me a drop of empathy so they can stay on his good side (he gives them more money than I do, even though I made twice his salary for 27 years until I got sick). I think he’s a narcissist, a poster boy for weaponized incompetence, and has maligned me to the kids while also love-bombing them – he’s the good guy and I’m the B-word who picks fights with all of them. So…I’m done. They’re all toxic and it’s not good for my health to be around any of them. I’ll stay in the house I’ve done everything on – remodels, furniture, maintenance – he has to move out and they can sell it and split it when I die (I’m 70 but not imminently dying). I will essentially divorce all 3 of them. Am I Overreacting? Update 6-17-26: My parting thoughts. It’s been quite the ride. It’s exhausting to defend myself against the haters (“You’re just like my mom”). I’ve decided I can’t keep vilifying my kids so that I can keep myself safe from them hurting me. They are wonderful, mature people, who happen to have a blind spot when it comes to me. On the slight chance that they don’t understand, I’ll give them another chance. I appreciate the sentiments of those who posted that they understood how taking away my grieving time with my Best Boy dog felt to me. And those who understood that I am not talking about a comforter or laundering a dog bed, but about respect and boundaries. To those who say, “I would have washed the dog’s bed,” I have no words. This [male] author says it well https://www.huffpost.com/entry/she-divorced-me-i-left-dishes-by-the-sink_b_9055288 . “They don’t think it’s possible that their husbands don’t know how their actions make her feel because she has told him, sometimes with tears in her eyes, over and over and over and over again how upset it makes her and how much it hurts.” Is anyone listening? “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” Is there a tiny possibility that my family has not heard me? “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” Despite this wisdom, I’ve decided, against all odds to try once again to be heard. Thanks, I guess, for everyone’s input. Despite years of being under-valued for what I’ve done for the family, I will see if I can connect for a future relationship. Is my husband a narcissist? It doesn’t really matter. Does he ignore my clearly stated boundaries? Yes, no doubt. Can I protect myself by booting him out of the house? Yes, I can. But despite those who leap to tell me who I am or what I’ve done, I’m actually a very caring and easily forgiving person. Not naïve enough to forget, though, so I can see the patterns. The cognitive dissonance (everyone is basically kind versus OMG how can you say that) is a moral injury. I can’t believe that I am thanking the Reddit-sphere for giving me food for thought. Some of you are indeed jerks and others are compassionate souls. My opinion, YMMV. Go. Find another post to help or harm. submitted by /u/orchid46 to r/AmIOverreacting [link] [comments]

This is maintained entirely by a pair of robot mowers in the picture. Since September 2025, my Lymow fleet has mowed over 3 million square feet, logged 824 hours of mowing time, and covered nearly 69 acres of grass. What surprised me most wasn't the time savings, it was the consistency. The robots mow twice a week, every week, so the lawn never gets ahead of itself. Instead of mowing long grass and trying to force stripes into it, the entire property is constantly maintained at the same height. The result is striping that's incredibly precise and uniform across every slope, contour, and corner of the property. This area used to take me about 4 hours per week on a tractor. I haven't touched the tractor since September. The robots have given me back almost 100 hours of mowing time already. People always ask if robot mowers can handle hills. Looking at this picture, I'd say they're doing just fine. The craziest part is watching them create perfectly parallel stripes over the entire property with RTK/GPS guidance. No overlaps. No fatigue. No "good enough" passes at the end of a long mowing session. Just even uniform stripes as far as the eye can see. I never thought I'd be saying this, but after living with them for a season, I have zero desire to go back to spending my weekends on a mower. Anyone else running robots on larger properties? submitted by /u/Sticktailonicus to r/lawnporn [link] [comments]

Not interested in buying from dealer since their price is way too high and don’t want to spend more than $4k to cut the grass. Option 1: Cub Cadet XT1 Enduro LT46 Engine: 22 HP V-Twin powered by Kohler Price: $2,649.00 Option 2: Cub Cadet Ultima Z2 50in. Engine: 23 HP V-Twin powered by Kawasaki Price: $3,799.00 submitted by /u/NoActive1210 to r/lawnmowers [link] [comments]

Hi reddit, long time listener, first time poster. My (32F) girlfriend is upset because I (26M) haven't fixed her mower Ill only add the few pieces of context that are relevant. First is on Sunday, I had a car broken down that I had to go get, I offered for us to run and get the necessary parts before going and getting the broken car, she said no, the car was the priority so I said ok. The car became a bigger problem, so I said I would take care of the mower when I had time next since I was now no longer going to be at her house, and the next time I was going to be was today for her birthday and she lives almost an hour from my house, but its not too far out of my way home to go to her house. At the time of this conversation it had only been 4 days and was my first day "off" since the day I had agreed to do it. On my day off, My grandma had shopping to do, and had to get a tooth pulled. In an addition I had a job interview that went about 2 hours, I worked on cars that I had parts for, and had checked up on battery prices earlier that day at the local Walmart ($110 for a battery for a lawnmower was absurd and I was not paying that, but I was willing to pay for it if it was $40 or something like that) Next being is we have been dating for just shy of 3 months, she is a friend's cousin. I have already done other work on the mower including replaced the spark plug on it already. The conversation went word for word like this (I was going to post the screen shots but I dont know how) It starts off at 6:30PM GF: Did you check on the battery? Me: I was going to check AutoValue GF: You gonna go check? *10 mins later* GF: Nevermind theyre closed anyways Me: I was going to check mine in the morning GF: You literally had all day to do it... but okay Me: I checked Walmart, the auto value next to my store gives me good prices... but okay GF: I had this whole thing typed but its not even worth it. I just wanted you to know im disappointed. What did you end up doing today? Me: I had a job interview, updated my resume, worked on the CRV and G35, helped my grandma do her shopping, checked in at Walmart on a battery, but you're disappointed in me? I am not in the mood for you to be this fuckin nfrontational GF: Woah, you dont get to be spicy with me like that. I brought it up maybe one day, in 4 days. When you offered to help, and I accepted the help, which was already hard for me to do, I didn't expect it would take days. I have been nothing but nice about asking. Then you had today off, and didn't take care of it, thats disappointing to me. Me: Yes and I was going to check Monday and Tuesday, because it hasn't been once, its been everyday, and i didnt even get to eat, go to the bank, or anything either of those days. Because it was nonstop customers, both days. So for you to say you're disappointed in me when I did check up on it, i absolutely get every right to be upset, especially when I wanted to just handle it on Sunday before the car GF: I did say once a day which equals everyday lol. Right, I know you had rough days, thats why I let it go. I wasnt disappointed those days. Im disappointed in the day you had off and actively did not take the opportunity. You did want to handle it before the car, but if we would habe done that we wouldnt have had time for the car... which was the most important thing to you, right? I knew it was going to end up being one or the other... You have every right to feel the way you feel, but so do I. Me: I just told you the laundry list of stuff I had to do today, and that wasn't enough for you to see it was a busy day. Thats the main issue here, I planned to address the battery tomorrow before work, when I go in early. GF: And the issue youre failing to see is that, after days, I wasnt a priority. Me: How is it that you aren't a priority? How does this translate to that? GF: Because you had time today, and actively didnt find a solution. I cannot make you see how putting off something that you offered to help with for days, and then not following through on that when you did have time, is continously translating to not being a priority. Me: If I Could have taken care of it i would have ok? GF: But you could have Me: No I couldnt have, I promise GF: But you could have.You didnt have to work on the cars but you did. Thats just one example. Me: I really don't see why this is such an issue. And why you can't just trust me when I say I couldn't take care of it today. GF: Because I do not have a good track record with people following through on their word. You had a day you could have followed through and you didnt. Me: What do you want me to say? I budgeted wrong and now I don't even have money for gas until the 10th but I'm supposed to prioritize buying a battery. When I gave my grandma what I had so she could get a tooth pulled? Is that the answer you want? And I have parts to return and I was going to use some of the credit from returning the parts for the battery, but you can't just trust my answer. GF: Youre right. I should have not put that on you. Please send me a picture of it and I will take care of it. Me: So thats your answer? Not that you should have just trusted what I had to say, and let me take care of my shit and get it done, and all I needed was just a bit of time, and you couldn't just let it go, on a mower that already sat a whole year? A couple more days were going to make a giant difference? Because now I'm fired up, because you treat me like I'm everyone else who's wronged you. While not even giving me the chance to be different, and all I said was I was going to take care of it if you gave me exactly one more day, and even IF I could have gotten the battery tonight, when would it have gotten there and put in the mower? Tomorrow anyways, so all this fighting for what? Something that makes zero bit of difference, tell me what value this is paying? Tell me how this is positively improving things? GF: This is more about the fact that you apparently would have rather saved your pride then be honest with me and say you couldnt take care of this right now. I would have just done it myself. Which I was never expecting you to pay for it, 100% fully planning on paying for it, which is why I wanted to look somewhere cheaper. Its important now, because in the prior years, I had someone mowing my lawn. This year I dont. I dont want to get a ticket. Its getting bad. I need to get it taken care of. Time is of the essence. Hence the urgency so yes. It matters to me. It matters that you didnt take care of it after offering to do so. It matters to me, that you apparently weren't telling me the full story of why you weren't taking care of it. It matters to me that you knew I had to get it taken care of. The common factor here is that I was a second thought. Youre literally trying to fight with me over feelings. Youre allowed to feel how you do, and im allowed to feel how I do. Me: What benefit does this pay? What's the positive?What would one more day change? Especially when I had it running, I had said he could mow it while we finished the trampoline and you said no. Do you think you could have handled this situation better? GF: I'm going to say this as gently as I can: the way you asked those questions was rude, condescending, and completely out of line. Bless your heart if you thought I was going to sit here and calmly justify myself after being spoken to like that. I'm not doing that. I'm not entertaining disrespect, I'm not defending myself against loaded questions, and I'm certainly not pretending your tone was acceptable. If you want an actual conversation, it starts with basic respect. If that's too tall an order, then you're welcome to take your attitude and direct it anywhere but at me. Me: Tell me where, in anything you have typed, that there was respect shown to me, as I certainly dont see it. Because you've been doing making a lot of disrespectful comments to me in assuming how I feel. My questions were direct, and certainly not rude. GF: You really don't see it, do you? Direct doesn't mean respectful, and the way you framed those questions wasn't about clarity, it was about control. You can call it "not rude" all you want, but tone speaks louder than wording. I'm not assuming how you feel, I'm reacting to how you spoke to me. If you don't like that reflection, maybe take a look at the mirror instead of the messenger. I've said what I needed to say. If you still want to twist it, that's on you. I'm not playing that game. Me: There's zero tone. I stripped away all the non-essential wording to ask the questions directly. I left a simple way to answer. Now for you to call it rude couldnt be further from even possible. You instigated this, and refuse to show even an ounce of compassion. What im perceiving this to be is you are far too concerned with being right in the situation, when who's right and who's wrong shouldn't matter. It should be about showing compassion and trying to understand each other. GF: You keep trying to reframe this as me lacking compassion, but that's not what's happening here. What you're doing is deflecting and turning the conversation into a moral lecture so you don't have to acknowledge your own tone or behavior. Stripping words doesn't strip attitude, and calling it "zero tone" doesn't make it neutral. Me: And you're deflecting, if you would have shown even the slightest bit of compassion and not treated me like the people who "i dont have a good track record of people following through". This would have been avoided entirely GF: You keep trying to make this about my compassion instead of your choices. Me: My choices? To what? Not leave the line of 10 people to go get a battery, or when I finally had a day to do it, i didnt have the money or time for another day or two? I just want to understand. GF: To what? To communicating sooner or following through when you said you would. I understand things came up, but that's what I meant by choices. how you handled it, not the circumstances. this is so frustrating. You keep trying to put this on me, and I'm not the one who volunteered and didn't follow through. I'm not the one who gave reason after reason and then didn't communicate. If you'd just said you didn't have the time or money, I would've handled it myself. This isn't about compassion; it's about you not following through and not communicating. If you're still not getting that, I don't know what else to tell you. Stop trying to turn this on me, I haven't done anything wrong here. Me: Here's what I have to say, I am sorry that you feel like you weren't a priority, my intention was to take care of it, and I still would like to. I want you to understand what I wanted was to help take your worries away and handle it. I just want to be different from everyone else who's come and gone. GF: I understand that was your intention, and I don't doubt you meant well. But after this back and forth for the last 24 hours and the way you reacted, especially trying to flip the narrative, it's just too much. I'm tired, and I don't want to keep doing this. I appreciate the thought, but I no longer want your assistance. Please send me a picture of it so I can take care of it myself. Me: The fact is I'm not trying to flip the narrative, however I did recieve some non-biased opinions, because I thought maybe I was going crazy. Or maybe I was failing to see it from your perspective. The fact is the only thing that was portrayed to me to be an issue with what I did was that I didnt portray that I cared about how you felt, and that I could have maybe worded a few things better. The fact that remained consistent, is that they noticed I felt attacked, and the fact is you can't recognize that, I want to know at any point, did you re-read what you have written and tried to see why I acted how I did? Because I have, I haven't been able to be on my phone, but I was thinking about it; an awful lot, and there were a few things that bothered me, so i wanted neutral opinions, and recieved some critique, but overall support for my feelings. From people who I know would put me in my place. People that have done so many times. Yet here I am, trying to stop the fighting, because I dont like this, but to me this feels like you were searching for something to argue about, when all I wanted was you to see I cared and see it from my point of view. GF: I hear what you're saying, but honestly it feels like you're doing a lot to justify your side while barely acknowledging mine. You keep saying you felt attacked, but you're not really recognizing what led to that or how anything you said or did came off to me. And bringing up that you asked other people for "neutral opinions" doesn't really change anything for me. Because I did the same thing. But it feels like you're only willing to own delivery, not the actual impact of what you said, and then turning it around like I'm the one looking for a problem. I'm not trying to keep fighting either, but I'm also not going to sit here and take all the responsibility for how this went. *End of Conversation* She has basically been ignoring me since this, my friends say that shes way out of line for this and even having been 4 days she still thinks she did nothing wrong. So AITAH? I'm trying to see it from her perspective but I just cant, even clarity would be great. Thanks Reddit. TLDR: I offered to help my gf fix her mower, the same day she told me no to getting parts, worked 12 hour days since then, my next day off i was busy, and she basically said she was disappointed in me and said I should have found a way to have gotten it done and doesn't feel like shes a priority even though I said I'd pick it up tomorrow since I would have time after work submitted by /u/External_Opinion_767 to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

My wife (30F) has been a life long dirt bike rider. Many of her great childhood memories have involved riding with her friends and family. It’s a large part of her identity. Despite her best efforts, I (35M) have never enjoyed riding dirt bikes. I didn’t grow up on them, I don’t like riding them now. Never have and never will as I’ve explained to my wife several, several, many dozens of several times. The problem is that her dad has always fixed and maintained the dirt bikes for her. She has never fixed them herself beyond holding the flashlight while he teaches her how to swear while changing the oil. We’ve recently moved away from her dad and have taken the bike with us and inherited the responsibility of maintaining and fixing any issues with the bike. When making plans for this weekend, she assumed that I would be involved with getting the bike running again. I refused to get involved since I have almost no experience with anything internal combustion. I’ve fixed the air filter on a lawn mower once. My arguments: I would have to learn how to maintain and fix a dirt bike for a hobby I don’t enjoy or would participate in, taking time away from other chores and my own hobbies to support hers. Maintaining the bike and fixing it when it breaks down is part of the hobby and she needs to decide if that is going to stop her form participating in a hobby she loves. Her arguments (trying in good faith to represent her side): That we agreed to support each other when we got married. That she never would have agreed to marry me in the first place if she knew I wouldn’t help her with something as meaningful to her as this. She’s worried that she will break her bike and we will need to pay more to fix the damage she causes. I want to support my wife but this feels like a big ask for something I have no interest in and actively avoid. Am I the asshole here? submitted by /u/CryHavyk to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

Original post was taken down but a lot of you requested an update (I have redacted the offending parts). I’m happy to report that after reaching out to the town commissioner, they swiftly took action and I was NOT woken up at 6am today by a lawn mower. Thank you all for your support. EDIT: feel the need to clarify, I am very far away from Arizona! The AZ heat does NOT apply here submitted by /u/No_Comparison704 to r/mildlyinfuriating [link] [comments]

I didn’t realise my new customer used to be my neighbour until I pulled into her driveway. The street name had sounded vaguely familiar when I first read it. A few landmarks on the drive over had sparked something in me; nothing solid though, just a prickling sense of recognition I couldn’t place. It only clicked when I actually saw my old childhood home sitting right beside my customer’s property. I know it’s strange that it took me that long. That I hadn’t recognised anything when I put the address into Google Maps. But my uncle moved me out of this quiet neighbourhood when I was six. I barely remembered anything about living on this street, or in that house. My girlfriend, Ellie, said that wasn’t quite normal. Told me, gently, that it was probably my brain blocking things out on purpose. I sat gripping the steering wheel long after I’d parked, staring at my childhood home. It backed onto a large woodland area, tall trees looming far above the roof. The bungalow itself looked abandoned; shattered windows, empty bottles scattered across dead yellow grass. Clearly no one had lived there in a long time. A heavy pressure settled in my chest. For a moment, I considered leaving. But I’d only started my lawn-mowing business a few months ago. I needed the money. This woman was only my third customer so far. She hadn’t called like the others. She’d emailed instead: am interested in your service.Every week Sunday work. ?. ? I replied that Sundays were fine and asked for the address. She sent it, followed by another message: Door left open Sundays.Money on table.Help self to drink.and meal. It struck me as odd that she’d contacted someone who lived an hour away instead of a local business. But she’d promised a generous tip. Still sitting in the van, I tried to remember my old neighbour. Elderly, maybe. The emails felt that way. But when I searched my memory for her face, I came up blank. Just another thing lost to my strange childhood amnesia. Her lawn was wildly overgrown. Knee-high grass, thick and uneven. The house itself was perfectly normal. A neat two-storey place with a front porch. Well-kept enough that the state of the yard felt odd, almost like a choice. I hesitated, wondering if I should knock or just start the job. In the end, I got to work. Part of me didn’t want to meet her yet; I was delaying it. I couldn’t explain why. As I mowed, my gaze kept drifting to the fence separating her property from my old home. It was enormous. Easily ten feet tall. I couldn’t believe something like that had been approved in a quiet suburban street. But it wasn’t just the size. Every time I looked at it, pressure built behind my eyes. The sensation of a memory forcing its way up while something inside me resisted just as hard. The effort made my head throb. Then, for a split second, I remembered hair. Long, black strands spilling down the fence from the other side. Tangled and thin. Draped over the timber, clinging to the wood, hanging there like a ragged curtain. I’d frozen on my cheap plastic tricycle. One of the back wheels was missing, so I had to balance my weight just right to keep it upright. It’s strange, the useless little details that scramble back when everything else is lost. The hair shifted, and slowly, above the lip of the fence, a pale forehead rose. There were eyes. White and cloudy. I only saw them for a moment, but I knew immediately who they were peeking down at. Me. Only me. Then there had been a sound behind me, maybe a voice, maybe someone calling my name. The eyes vanished. The forehead sank out of sight. The hair slid upward, strand by strand, slithering back over the fence until there was nothing left at all. Cold washed through my body. I tightened my grip on the mower handle and focused on the lines of grass ahead of me. I didn’t look at the fence again. Surely it had just been my imagination. Something I’d invented out of boredom. No one could peer over a ten-foot-tall fence unless they were standing on stilts or balancing on some ridiculous ladder. And even then, why would anyone climb that high just to look at a child playing in their backyard? It was too strange to take seriously, too absurd. And yet, an unease bloomed low in my chest and refused to settle. Because that image - hair spilling over the fence, eyes watching - was suddenly one of the clearest memories I had from that house. From that time. Clearer than anything else I could recall in over a decade. I shook my head, forced the image away, and got back to work. An hour later, the lawn looked respectable again. I packed my equipment back into my uncle’s van. Then I remembered the money. I knocked on the front door and waited a bit. She did say to let myself in, but it felt wrong to just waltz into a stranger’s house. I waited another few minutes before finally reaching for the handle and stepping inside. “Ms. Ramona? Are you home?” I called out, remembering her name from her email address. One of the first things I noticed was the ceiling. It was unusually high. It made the space feel wide and open, almost cavernous. It also made it incredibly cold inside. Goosebumps rose over my arms. Most of the ground floor was open-plan, so I spotted the kitchen right away, where a wooden table sat by the counter. There was money laid out neatly on top of it. Beside it, a glass jug filled with what looked like lemonade, ice cubes floating inside. A clean glass. A sandwich on a plate. She’d said to help myself. Still, I hesitated. I felt silly to be cautious, but I hadn’t even met her. I picked up the money and nearly choked when I counted it. Four fifty-dollar notes. I only charged sixty dollars. She’d mentioned a tip, sure, but this was excessive. What if she was elderly? What if she’d miscounted? I took a hundred and left the other hundred on the table, just in case. That was when I heard something upstairs. A wheeze. Wet and uneven. Like air being dragged through damaged lungs. After that, two sharp creaks snapped through the house in quick succession, floorboards protesting under sudden weight. My body went rigid. Someone was definitely home. I stared at the staircase. “Hello?” My voice rang too loud in the open space. “Ms. Ramona?” No answer. I edged closer to the stairs despite myself, my heart beginning to pound. The noises replayed in my head. What had made them? Had she fallen? Was she hurt? If she was elderly, I told myself, I should check. That was the decent thing to do. But another part of me was screaming to leave. The feeling was sudden and absolute, like stepping into a place you were never meant to enter. Like bait. After a moment, I turned back to the table. I picked up the sandwich so I wouldn’t seem rude, my hands clumsy and shaking, and then I got out. When I drove home, I sat in the van for a long time with the engine off. The sandwich rested on the passenger seat. Eventually, I opened the bread. Inside was butter and raw, red meat. I swallowed, then noticed something else threaded through it. I pinched it between my fingers and pulled. A single hair slid free. Dark. Absurdly long. I told my girlfriend what happened, but left out the part about my strange memory. Ellie laughed. “You’re scared of a little old granny?” “I don’t know if she’s a granny,” I said. “I’ve never met this woman. She could be a man for all I know.” “Are you sure? You said she was your old neighbour,” she said, her eyes soft but insistent, that gentle look she always got when she was trying to probe something about my childhood. “Are you sure you don’t remember… anything?” That long, black hair entered my mind again. At that moment, I remembered something else. I remembered a single strand had caught in the fence, drifting in the breeze until it detached and floated down to my six-year-old self. I remembered plucking it from the air, and then playing with it carefully so it wouldn’t snap. I had wrapped it around my arm, amazed I could coil almost the entire length up my little forearm, like linen around an Egyptian mummy. I shook my head at Ellie’s question and told her about the inedible sandwich instead. Ellie laughed again, shaking her head. “The poor woman probably has dementia.” A week later, I went back. I didn’t want to, but Ellie had made me realise I was being ridiculous, and the money mattered - if we ever wanted to move out of my uncle’s house, we needed it. My stomach churned the whole drive. Before I even started the mower, my eyes went to the fence again. I remembered long, curling fingers reaching over the top. And once more, I remembered seeing half a face peering down at me, just eyes and a forehead visible above the timber, watching. I reluctantly went inside to collect my payment. This time, she’d left three hundred dollars on the table. Beside it, a note, the handwriting thin and spidery: Take ALL money. Why no drink? My gaze drifted to the jug of lemonade. I filled a glass, intending to pour half of it down the sink to make it look like I’d had some. Instead, for some reason I couldn’t explain, I took a small sip. It was cold. Sweet. Good. After that, the memories returned, stronger than ever. I had a dream that night. A dream about food being thrown over an enormous fence. Sometimes it was a roast chicken, still warm inside a plastic bag, juices sloshing against the sides. Other times it was a whole chicken; raw, feathers still clinging to pale skin. Sometimes it was fresh fruit in a cracked plastic container. Other times, it was rotting apples and a thick slab of heavy, red meat. I remembered the hunger. I remembered setting up a blanket over the bushes beside the fence. A small hidden nest where I could crouch and store what I was given. I remembered eating like an animal, devouring whatever was edible before anyone could find me. I remembered my scalp itching constantly. Lice. Multiplying, biting, crawling, with no one bothering to stop them. A whole kingdom of parasites living freely in my hair. Then I remembered the hand. It slipped through the narrow gap between the fence and the bushes where I sat with my back pressed against the timber, rustling the spindly branches. The hand was enormous, but gentle. One long finger brushed the tangled hair out of my face. The itching faded. I stared up and saw nothing but the endless length of a thin, grey arm disappearing over the fence. I remembered wrapping my small hands around that enormous finger and holding tight, crying into it. Then I remembered an angry voice coming from somewhere. The finger wriggled gently until I released it, and then the hand vanished. The arm withdrew. When I looked back up, only a faint wisp of dark hair was visible above the fence line. Someone tore the blanket away from my hiding place. They yelled. Screamed in disgust. I was sitting on a hoard of food. A lot of it was rotting. There were flies. There were maggots. Hands grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the bushes and away from the massive fence so hard I thought the bone would snap. “Stop!” I screamed. The third time I went back to mow Ramona’s lawn, I did not hesitate. Something had begun to clarify itself inside me, like an image slowly coming into focus. And I knew I needed to speak with her - Ramona - finally. I didn’t know if the memories were wholly real. But pieces were fitting together now, clicking into place with a quiet inevitability. I felt closer to the truth than I ever had before. And instead of making my head ache, it planted something determined inside me, something that refused to be quiet any longer. I thought maybe my neighbour had been a sweet old granny who babysat me sometimes. Maybe she fed me. Maybe she took care of me. Maybe she read me stories. Maybe this was the only way my memories were able to return; disguised as something else, something not quite real, but threaded through with truth. As I started the lawn mower this time, I didn’t look away from the fence. I remembered the humming- a low, steady hum - as I lay hidden in the bushes beside the fence. The yelling in the house always softened when I listened to her hums. I remembered being lifted so high I could see over the roof of my house. I remembered being placed on a sturdy tree branch in the forest and being given a dead fox. I remembered biting into the furry flesh, feeling warm blood dribble down my cheeks. I remembered sitting in a cocoon of warmth, high above the ground, watching the stars blink into existence. I remembered running to my hiding place between the fence and the bushes, shaking, starving, sick with fear. I remembered someone chasing me. “Henry, you get back here right now, you little shit!” she screamed. She caught my arm and wrenched me around. “Mummy, stop!” I sobbed. “Don’t hurt me again!” I remembered my mother freezing. And I remembered something brushing the back of my neck, light and familiar; like long strands of hair. My mother gasped, staring at something above us, terror carved into her face. I looked up. Then the fingers came. They wrapped around my mother's body and lifted her - up, up, up. She was screaming as she went, so I called out, “It’s okay Mummy! She’s just taking you to see the stars.” There was a deafening crunch, and her screaming stopped. I saw something fly across the sky like a meteor, disappearing into the forest. Hands closed around me. They were so warm when they lifted me, gentle, careful, cocooning me as I shook and clung to the heat. I rose high enough to see over the roof of my house, just like all those other times. I finally remembered seeing her face. The image was clear now, unblurred, impossible to look away from. She was pale and gaunt, her lips stretched too wide across her skull. But her eyes-- They were dark. But they were warm. “Did Mummy like seeing the stars?” I asked her. She hummed. My hands shook. I didn’t turn the lawn mower off. I walked toward her house on numb legs, the sound of the engine fading into something distant, barely there. The front door was open, as it always was. I climbed the staircase slowly. A low groan echoed from above, stretching and deepening as I went. The upper floor was completely open plan, wide and sloping like an expansive attic. And laid out across it was a very tall woman. Her skin was a shade close to grey. Her face had the weathered features of someone much older than me. Her limbs were long and spindly. She lay on her side on a soft floor mat that covered nearly every inch of the space, her body folded carefully, purposely, as if she had made herself smaller for me. Her eyes found mine the moment I stepped inside. I dropped to my knees and sobbed before I could stop myself. Terror and grief and everything I had buried for so long rushed through me all at once, crushing and merciless. Fingers reached out - impossibly large - wrapping around me and drawing me gently toward her. I was pulled into warmth, deep and steady, and my shivering slowly began to ease. “You killed her,” I sobbed. “You killed her! Didn’t you?” She hummed softly. “Why? Why did you do that?” I said, the words breaking apart as they left me. She brushed my hair back. My cries thinned into small, broken whimpers. “Why didn’t she care about me?” I whispered. “Why did she let me starve? Why did she hurt me? I was just a little kid.” Her warmth held. Her breathing stayed slow and even. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a bed. Across from me, seated in an armchair, was a little old lady. Her eyes were distant, as if part of her had wandered somewhere far away and hadn’t yet found its way back. Still, they stayed on me, steady and patient. We were still upstairs. The massive mat lay stretched across the floor, unchanged. The bed had been tucked into a small corner of the room, like it had been put there for me. “Who are you?” I asked. “What was that thing?” She didn’t answer. Instead, her gaze drifted to something beside me. I followed it and saw a folded note resting on the mattress. I picked it up with shaking hands. I cursed with size and hunger. But I protect sweet little boy cold and hungry I carry you to the stars where she not reach. lost myself when I took her. but she not hurt you anymore. forgive me. Please. When I drove home, I finally asked my uncle to tell me the truth. I’d always known something horrible happened to my mother. But there were details surrounding the event that deep down I think I never wanted to learn. But I felt stronger now. I was ready. He showed me the pictures first. They were of me as a little boy. My hair was long and scraggly. I wore dirty clothes that were torn at the seams. My body was mapped with bruises. And cuts. And burn marks. There wasn’t much to know in the end. Except the fact that my mother was a monster. And when she was found in the woods one day, half-eaten - a case that would quickly be declared as an animal attack - people called it karma after they learned what she did to me. I continued to visit Ramona. I brushed her hair and cared for her when she was a little old granny. I laid down and listened to her hums when she was something else. I wrote all of this down because unlike my mother, Ramona deserves to be remembered. I could never tell anyone about her; they would have hurt her, or killed her. But I needed someone to know. Ramona may have been a beast, but it wasn’t her fault. Even when she lost control, it all came down to an instinct to protect. When she was dying, I fell asleep holding her large hand. And when I woke up, there was nothing. She was gone. Even though she doesn’t live there anymore, even though the house is no longer occupied, I still go back to mow her lawn. And sometimes, when the lawn is done, I linger until the night swallows the sky. When I focus on the constellations, it almost feels like I’m rising, slowly, above the roof of the house. submitted by /u/sophiethetoad to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

Hello all, First time poster in part because I've been in denial that my guys are "seniors." But the truth is they're at least 15, possibly 16, and slowing down a bit. I recently took my girl to the vet and got terrible news: She has an inoperable tumor. They think she has weeks left. I'm, obviously, completely gutted. They gave me steroids to keep her comfortable, and a huge tub of Churru (my vet is very sweet). The only nice thing is that now I can let her eat as much as she wants. She's still eating a healthy amount, still drinking water, and still using the litter box without trouble. She's still very snuggly and purrs like a lawn mower when I get in bed with her. She seems happy. But: She sleeps so much. She was never a very active cat (even when she was a tiny kitty) and has always been the nap queen, but she used to take periodic strolls around the apartment, moving from one soft thing to nap on to another soft thing to nap on. But now she stays in her spot and sleeps and sleeps, moving only to eat, drink, or use the litter box. My question is: How will I know when it's time to put her down? Is she depressed? I don't think she's in a huge amount of pain, exactly—she still acts kittenish when she hears me open the can of food and still nuzzles me and doesn't wince when I pick her up or anything like that. But is she miserable? Again: How will I know when it's time to put her down? She is the goofiest, silliest, most beautiful, perfect cat. The world will be a less twinkly place without her in it. EDIT: I am genuinely overwhelmed by everyone's support and kind words. I want to reply to everyone, but every time I start to I get a little weepy. So please just know that I sincerely appreciate you all reaching out with advice, kind words, and/or compliments for this gorgeous creature. She is really so loved and, hey who doesn't like being told they're the prettiest thing by dozens of internet strangers?! She say thank you. (And so do I!!) submitted by /u/Huge_Equivalent4166 to r/seniorkitties [link] [comments]

Alright, I need to vent and also get some real talk going here. I'm on my THIRD lawn mower in 8 years. First one was a cheap $200 Walmart special — carburetor crapped out after two seasons. Second was a "mid-range" Craftsman that started dying on me halfway through every mow by year 3. Now I'm seriously considering spending real money on something that'll actually last. But before I pull the trigger, I want to know — what problems are you guys dealing with (or dealt with) that made you finally go BIFL on a mower? From what I've been reading and experiencing, these seem to be the biggest issues: 1. The "Won't Start" Nightmare Every. Single. Spring. You go to start your mower and it's dead. Pull the cord 47 times, nothing. Turns out it's the carburetor — again. I've seen people say they spend more time fixing their mower than actually mowing. One guy on a forum said he found a Honda on the side of the road with a "Free" sign, replaced the pull cord, and it's been running since 2006. Meanwhile my Craftsman needs a séance and a blood sacrifice to start after sitting for two weeks. Anyone else feel like cheap mowers are designed to fail after the warranty ends? 2. Thermal Throttling / Overheating This one surprised me. Apparently a lot of budget mowers just... stop... when they get hot. Like mid-mow, the thing bogs down or shuts off and you have to wait 10-15 minutes for it to cool down. I've read complaints about this on electric mowers too — battery overheats in summer, yellow light comes on, mower stops. Then you're standing there sweating while your mower takes a break. Is this a "you get what you pay for" thing or are even expensive mowers doing this? 3. Cheap Parts That Wear Out Fast Plastic wheels that crack Drive belts that snap Self-propel systems that quit after 2 years Handles that wobble loose One guy said his Toro's self-propel lasted 20 years. Another said his no-name brand's drive system died in 18 months. The difference? Like $200 upfront. What parts fail first on your mowers? 4. Can't Get Replacement Parts This is the one that really kills me. Your mower breaks, you find the part number, and... discontinued. Or the manufacturer doesn't support it anymore. Or the only option is some sketchy eBay listing from overseas. Someone mentioned they bought a Panasonic vacuum on a Redditor's recommendation, company discontinued it, and now they can't even find replacement attachments. Same thing happens with mowers ALL the time. Do BIFL brands actually keep parts available long-term? 5. Battery Life (Electric Mowers) I was considering going electric but the battery situation scares me. From what I've read: Batteries last 3-5 years Replacement batteries cost $200-$400 Some batteries start dying after just 1-2 years If you have a bigger yard, you need multiple batteries One EGO owner said their battery went bad after a year, but warranty covered it. Another said they're still using original batteries from 2014. Seems like a lottery. Are electric mowers actually BIFL or do battery costs make them disposable with extra steps? 6. Wet Grass / Thick Grass = Death Cheap mowers choke on anything that isn't perfectly dry, short grass. You skip one week because of rain, come back to slightly taller grass, and suddenly your mower is coughing, stalling, and leaving clumps everywhere. Meanwhile I keep reading about Honda owners saying they mow through anything. Wet grass, leaves, overgrown patches — no problem. Is cutting power really that different between budget and BIFL mowers? 7. Noise That Makes Your Neighbors Hate You This is more of a quality-of-life thing but some mowers sound like jet engines. My last mower was so loud I had to wear ear protection. I've heard the higher-end mowers (and obviously electric) are way quieter. Did noise factor into your BIFL decision at all? So here's what I want to know: What problems finally made you say "screw it, I'm buying something quality"? What did you buy and how long have you had it? Was it worth the upfront cost? Any problems with your BIFL mower or is it actually holding up? I'm leaning toward Honda HRX or Toro Super Recycler based on what I've read, but I want to hear real experiences before dropping $700+. Also — for those with bigger yards — is a riding mower or zero-turn actually BIFL or are they just more expensive things that break? Thanks in advance. My lawn is looking rough and my patience is gone. Cheap mowers keep dying on me. Want to know what problems pushed you toward BIFL mowers and whether the expensive ones actually last. submitted by /u/Effective-Heart28 to r/BuyItForLifeUSA [link] [comments]

We’ve been together for 2 years, living together for the last 4 months. Our fuel tank ran bone dry. We live in the deep north and rely on fuel for heat. I called in a favour and got our tank filled. My bf put on his overalls, grabbed a multi-tool and went into the basement to light the furnace. He went up and down the stairs a few times over an hour before sitting at the table to eat. I overheard him calling a friend asking them to come by with a wrench. I grab the socket with the 3/8 bit and quietly sneak downstairs. Fuel’s been out for a couple hours at most. Long story short, I bled the line intermittently in between light ignitions until she ran clear: no air & no foam—no brainer. After 5 minutes, he comes downstairs, and says his buddy is on the way with a wrench, and says that I’m “doing it wrong…bleeding too much” Sorry for being extra careful not to flood the pump, or combust, my guy. I just keep doing what I’m doing and after a couple minutes, I close the valve, press the button and she fires up. He said “You didn’t want to try it my way” and storms off. Last week my truck pan heater plug snapped. It literally just broke at the plug end from the sheer cold. He said he wanted to look after this for me since I’ve been so busy. Two days later, he said it can’t be fixed and I need to book with a mechanic. I woke up extra early on December 24th and snuck out to the hardware store to grab a plug end. Finished the work in 20 minutes in -40c weather. When I shared with him what I did, I was so excited. I’m pretty handy, but that generally doesn’t fall until electrical based work. He responded with so much distain. “Oh. Good. I was going to do that. I just didn’t have wire snippers.” I was happy to do it, and thanked him for trying anyways. (PS - either did I, but I did have some pretty descent fisks snips, a torch to burn off the rubber casing) His reaction actually hurt me and put a damper on Christmas morning. I told him the following day that as much as I appreciate his willingness, that I don’t need him to do these acts of service. And it actually hurts me when he diminishes my skills and/or doesn’t even ask me for advice or tools when he’s trying to accomplish something. Like what are you calling a friend for? Your girl, the apparent love of your life and best friend, is just a spit away. And you’re in luck buddy, she’s a pretty decent hand. In the last 4 months, there has been so many instances like this. The bathroom exhaust fan, the garage door opener, the lawn mower, the eavestroughs, the iron gate… there’s more I just can’t remember them all. Every time it’s the same. He tries to fix things of his own volition, doesn’t ask for help, we are WAY BEYOND soft gestures of recommendations, and just shits the bed and stomps around about it. I have tried to work collectively with him too—this is a gong show. He’s always making it so personal, and taking it so personal. It’s not that deep. Information and resources are universal. I just don’t get it. And it’s not cute. I’m actually started to become really resentful. Like why can’t he embrace the part of me that is a half grease-monkey handywoman? I’m not spending the rest of my life or the rest of my lease (8m) pretending to be something I’m not, sneaking around to hardware stores and walking around eggshells so I don’t destroy his masculinity or whatever. I gotta let this one go, eh? AIO? EDIT This post is blowing up. To broadly answer the same questions without thinking too deeply: Have you communicated your feelings with your boyfriend? To best of my abilities, I have communicating my feelings. So much that I’m experiencing communication fatigue. But here’s the thing: communication can always improve. Why did you it interrupt your bf half way through potentially fixing it? Because he wouldn’t accept my help, and was adamant that he knew how. Because he was trying vice grips to loosen a brass nut which was disfiguring the nut. Because I refuse to wait for his friend to deliver a wrench to help when we have wrenches. Because it was -40c(-40f) out there, and dropped from 20c(68f) to 12c(53f) in the time he put on his overalls to the time he was eating a sandwich an hour and a half later. Because the colder the air that blows into the choke behind the pump, the harder is it to ignite the pilot light. Because this problem turned into an emergency. Why didn’t you just call a mechanic and HV guy? Because it’s been at -40c for over a month now and mechanics and HV are booking 6-8 weeks out. Because I don’t want to pay a surcharge of 200+ 150/hour for something I can do myself. Why are you sneaking around fixing shit and not openly fix shit like a regular human being? To avoid the discomfort I experience in his tantrum. To avoid the part where I am belittled. To avoid hurting his feelings. The make sure the job gets done. The avoid attempting collaborative teamwork where we have not been successful ever before. To have an opportunity to chill and enjoy the process without having make room for him emotionally and physically. Also, it’s Because I’m sick and tired of being undervalued and under-appreciated for my knowledge and skills. I don’t even want to fight to be heard, I just want to exist peacefully, K? submitted by /u/ayebudz to r/AmIOverreacting [link] [comments]

My lawn mower keeps getting caught on this root. It's part of a very much alive and healthy tree. Is there any safe way to level it to the ground, without killing the tree? I'm located in Morristown, NJ submitted by /u/DerTarchin to r/lawncare [link] [comments]

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Bought a push mower that “won’t start” for $20. With a spark plug, carb clean, new fuel, and quick wash, flipped it for $125 within 2 days. Tools: basic set + carb cleaner (~$5 in parts). Big tip: Spark plug and clean fuel solve >70% of issues. Happy to share the shortcut checklist if anyone’s curious! submitted by /u/camarolvr11 to r/smallengines [link] [comments]

I just had my first colonoscopy. I'm here to tell you the raw, unfiltered truth about what to expect. What nobody else talks about. First of all, if you are afraid of the snake going spelunking: don't. You will be asleep; you won't even see the thing. I woke up, and the first thing I said was: "Is it done?" as I felt nothing at all. If anything it was an amazing nap. However, pre- and post-procedure is absolutely miserable. Let me tell you how to prepare and what to expect. Before you even call the doctor, do yourself a favor and install a handheld toilet bidet like this. You can find cheap ones on Amazon. Trust me, you will think of me and thank me every time your rose gets a kiss from Poseidon, for reasons that will become apparent shortly. Another thing you should consider is removing as much surface area from your behind as possible. If your rear end looks like Bon Jovi's wig in a 90's concert, get a lawn mower and get to work. I am a health freak. They say you are what you eat, so I am 40% meat, 50% vegetables, 9% nuts, and 1% cheats. I'm the kind of guy that politely accepts cake at birthday parties and discreetly leaves it on a table untouched when nobody is looking. I'm the son of an Italian that won’t touch pasta with a 10-foot pole. Why am I telling you this? Because 3 days prior, all that goes out the window. I am not allowed to eat any fruit, vegetable, or nut at all. By the end of the first day, my gut is really upset and asking, “WTF IS MY KALE?” But this is tolerable, especially if you are not used to eating vegetables. The worst part is on the day before the procedure. You will go on a liquid bullshit diet. I "survived" on Jell-O, coconut water, and broth. I must have opened the fridge 100 times looking for anything throughout the day. But I'm being a drama queen. The diet is just an annoyance... until you get to the "lovely" tasting poop juice. That thing will open the floodgates. You will pee from your butthole every 10 minutes. You'd better drink tons of water, because you are going to need it. This is where it helps getting rid of the butt afro, and having a hose to caress your sorry ass. It will go on non-stop for the entire day. I would suggest working from home or scheduling the procedure on a Monday (if you work weekdays). Dehydrated, exhausted, and having left your soul in the toilet in multiple explosive episodes, you finally have the mercy of going to bed... only to wake up in the middle of the night for your second dose of shit-be-gone, and starting all over again. When it is finally time to go to the doctor, you must leave all your jewelry and dignity at home. Someone will have to drive you there and back, so you get to share your adventure with your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/concubine/fwb or whomever you don't mind never seeing in the eye again. The doctor will make sure someone can drive you back, no ifs, no butts. By the time you get to the doctor’s office, the anesthesia begins to sound like the escape from reality you need. You strip naked of any clothes and any remaining dignity you accidentally brought in with you. You get to keep your socks, so bring your best pair of socks, you definitely want to keep your glamour right? The nurse will miss the IV because due to the Brown Watergate ordeal your veins will be tiny. Half the hospital looks at your naked butt while they talk to each other about how much they love chocolate doughnuts or whatever other random bullshit they can come up with (for them it is just Monday). The sweet mercy of anesthesia kicks in, and it's done... or so you though. See, during the procedure, your guts really like to cuddle with the snake. So they pump air to get your cave to back off so they can take a look. You are basically a sleeping balloon animal, you won't feel it right there, but.... After the procedure is done, you get to go home and ravage whatever is unfortunate enough to cross your path. You can't drive at all that day (or you can get a DUI), so I strongly recommend stocking up your fridge 2 days prior and meal prep. All the air they pumped into you must come out. You will be farting for the rest of the day. But remember, you also had laxatives in the morning, those farts are not to be trusted. Yes, I learned that the hard way and casted a fowl curse on an innocent pair of boxer briefs. Today is the day after the procedure. My first meal was massive and glorious. It has not come out yet, but I fully expect it to be the stuff of legends. Something future generations will read about in history books. That chicken kebab will leave the building through the red carpet of colons. I think the ordeal is over. I have to say I feel like a million bucks and I'm glad I got it done. I look forward to not having to do this again for the next 10 years. submitted by /u/paulpach to r/Xennials [link] [comments]

My wheels were bald, bad. It was a slip n slide on the steeper parts of my lawn. Back wheels on this Honda have a metal gear on the inside for the drive system and cost apx $50 for a pair. I drilled 7 pilot holes in the print and used screws to secure. Was gonna do epoxy, still could if screws fail. Either way, this is a win. submitted by /u/Obvious-Swimming-332 to r/functionalprint [link] [comments]

Last weekend I bought a Troy-Bilt mower — not the cheap one either. Went home, actually read the instructions (for once), got it all set up, and made one pass on my lawn... RWD didn’t work and the handle snapped. No big deal, I thought. I called Troy-Bilt and they said, “No problem, you’ve got 30 days — just take it back to the store and exchange it.” I figured I'd double-check before loading it back up, so I called Menards to confirm. That’s when I found out: If you put gas or oil in the mower, you can't return it to Menards — even if it’s broken. Instead, you have to take it to a service center (like Fleet Farm), have them inspect it, and then they decide what happens next. So now, Troy-Bilt says it’s Menards’ problem, and Menards says their hands are tied because there’s gas in it. I'm taking it to Fleet Farm next, but it’s a push mower that already needs parts... and if they’re backed up (like they were last time), who knows how long that’ll take. Not the end of the world — extremely frustrating situation from Menards. I guess I have come to expect better things from Menards but clearly that is not the case. submitted by /u/oneorangeday to r/menards [link] [comments]

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So this happened starting around 2008. My(then)wife and I purchased a small starter house. I was in the National Guard in a state that stays busy with natural disasters, therefore I stayed busy. My neighbor was a crabby old man that was retired and had too much time on his hands. He wasn't very friendly so I just kept to myself. While I was on active duty, my wife would stay with her parents so the yard would grow tall when no one was there. When I would get back home, my neighbor would spitefully cut one path of grass in my yard to let me know it needed to be done. After a few of these occurrences, I told him he can either cut the entire yard or he can stay out of my yard. He griped that I don't cut my grass enough. Once more, I came back home from active duty with one path of grass freshly cut. Cue petty revenge. My neighbor's mistake in all of this is that he always cut the same path of grass down the side of my fence. The next time my grass got even remotely tall, I went out late one night and laid down long strips of bale wire (approximately 10 20 ft strips) in the spot he always spitefully cuts. A week goes by, the grass gets taller. Neighbor takes the bait. The morning after, I see him under his carport with his mower lifted by a chain having to cut all of that wire tangled in and around his blades loose with cutting pliers. He never touched my yard again! EDIT: posted from mobile submitted by /u/ThatMedicGuy67 to r/pettyrevenge [link] [comments]

So what happened is part way through mowing, the tenants came over and stopped me to tell me that my mower shot a rock at their glass door and broke it. I told them to call their landlord to let them know and I stopped mowing to help pick up the glass. While mowing the lawn, I didn't hear any rocks getting hit or any glass shattering, if I did I would have stopped to let them know and taken responsibility immediately. What's odd to me is that my car was parked in my driveway (between their front door and my yard), I do have a lawnmower chute that exhausts debris low and backwards and their building is at a higher elevation than the ground level that I was mowing (like 2 ft higher). The tenants also said they didn't hear the glass break either because they were inside watching TV; their kid came inside and told them that the door was broke. Also, while cleaning the glass, there wasn't a rock nearby (maybe it ricochet'd away?). Another thing worth mentioning is that I don't normally have rocks on my property, however their kid has recently been throwing handfuls into my driveway and yard which I have tried to pick up and toss back in their rock area. Their landlord has now called me and wants me to pay for it. Am I responsible? I'd have no problem paying for it if I did do it, but I just feel really uncertain if I did and something seems off to me. It seems like the context is "Hey our window broke and since you're mowing it had to be you". Thoughts? submitted by /u/IseeIcyIcedTea to r/legaladvice [link] [comments]

As my title hints at, what I really loved about this thread was the wild juxtaposition of bland “attaboy! Glad you’re feeling better!” comments and lawn care chatter with the heated discussions alluded to above. Please forgive my formatting; I wanted to try and convey the range of comments. The spirit was willing but the Notes app was bruised and weak. https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf Things start off innocently enough…sort of: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iocv1k7/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 That's cool! When I'm feeling down, I cry, eat sugar, and avoid mowing my lawn. https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iodtu4d/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 Yeah, I was feeling down so I decided to wash my Tesla differently. Are you rich? https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iodg5ef/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 Are you rich? Rich enough to buy $350,000 worth of dogecoin without blinking. Oh god I hope they sold otherwise they lost a lot of money in the last 10 months. Why do you think they've been feeling down. So they're rich and mentally deficient.... Vinyl says no he is not rich… You can see from the half brick half vinyl nextdoor that this is not a “rich” neighborhood. Vinyl is cheap and used to bring down costs. A “rich” person is not moving into this home. My bet is each of these homes were worth much less than a million most likely less than 500k. Maybe OP can chime in here but nothing screams “not rich” to me more than vinyl siding. It's Hardie board. One on the right is vinyl. Other pics from his neighborhood are vinyl. Unless builders in a cookie cutter neighborhood decided to do some hardie and some vinyl I doubt it’s hardie. The rich theme continues here and there, with one lone comment turning to Shakespeare to diagnose the source of OP’s melancholy: They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice Comments get a little edgey along the lines of “man mows lawn on eve of apocalypse”: I absolutely love it..... if I was able to afford a house in this crumbling economy, I would totally cut my grass like this https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iocruox/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 Sub-thread on whether suburban housing is sad: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iodwy5c/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 This looks like every 2000s+ suburb everywhere. Cookie cutter mcmansion on a tiny plot of land. Very depressing. A trashy McMansion, a useless yard and someone trying desperately to convince themselves they havn't elected to live in cookie cutter hell. I know the incorrect way to live, and that is inside a McMansion Don't mow the yard 'differently'... change your life before its too late. How does it feel having so much when everyone else is suffering so massively? Have fun while you can. It looks like Randy broke into his magic mushrooms and is drawing crops circles in the lawn again - Neighbors, probably... Lincoln: Hey neighbor, your grass is getting a little long over there... Neighbor: Yeah... Abe... I used to have a guy for that Is it mowed? Looks long still. I wouldn't say it is satisfying, grass is cut too high, especially when you look it closely it looks crushed, deformed Like the other reply stated, you can buy an angle grinder and a vice and do it yourself or just buy new. What you could also do is support your local economy and take it to a lawnmower repair shop and have them sharpen them for $20. It’s a small price to pay. Metal doesn’t decompose. A minor sub-thread delves into HOAs, HOA Karen’s, whether an HOA will allow you to paint your door red…and dicks. The thread begins by speculating that some HOA Karen would object to curves instead of straight lines in the grass. One response: Lol what HOA is going to say something about that. It’s not like OP mowed a dick into their grass That, of course, is questioned: How do you know? For all we know, the lawn is much larger and this is just part of the scrotum. If you’ve spent any time on lawn/garden subs on reddit, you know that any picture of a substantial amount of grass brings on the lawn-hating crowd. I found this the most predictable and thus least interesting part of the drama, but it did get spicy: Sample lawn-hating drama: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iod6o2k/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 Some choice exchanges from that thread: Nothing like shitting on other peoples joy eh? 20 bucks this guy doesn’t shit in your sub. 20 bucks and you can get a lot of people to shit wherever you want. being a part of /nolawns means you're lazy and likely don't own a home. guess what, you can have a balance of turf grass and native plants, it's pretty easy, but you wouldn't know that because you're lazy as fuuuuuuuck Hope your kids like playing in your dirt and rocks hope ur kids like growing up in mcmansion hellholes lacking any biodiversity whatsoever Another thoughtful discussion about the denizens of r/fucklawns gets spicy: https://www.reddit.com/r/oddlysatisfying/comments/xds8e5/was_feeling_down_decided_to_mow_the_lawn/iodk4wo/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3 Choice exchanges from that thread: That sub is a cesspool of young city dwellers No shit. You’re probably just some young gen zer citing in your tiny studio in a city basking in your ignorance all day because you can’t get a job. Fuck, you got me pegged brother! lol Pegging. Another thing you probably sit around doing with your friends to save space. Random bitterness: With a house like it would be no wonder if zombies attack you Amidst the drama and bitterness, random lawn nerd chatter: Whoa sir, my wife is on this app.... This is actually amazing. Thanks for inspiration. Going to have to start experimenting myself. How can one leave a lawn just plain cut after seeing this haha i do that by just forgetting to level the deck on my mower periodically And of course, lots of Hank Hill quotes. submitted by /u/Feralpudel to r/SubredditDrama [link] [comments]

Subheadline: Senate Bill 138 would also do everything from set new greenhouse gas emissions reductions goals to force insurance companies operating in Colorado to conduct a climate assessment https://coloradosun.com/2022/02/24/climate-bill-2022-colorado-legislature/ Details on the provisions to cut emissions from lawn equipment: “The two-stroke engines typically found in lawnmowers, leaf blowers, trimmers — that sort of thing — are estimated to produce almost 20% of the ozone,” Hansen said. "The measure would encourage Coloradans to switch to lawn equipment powered by electricity by offering an income tax credit equal to 30% of the purchase price for new mowers and blowers bought in tax years 2023 through 2029." "The legislation would prohibit the sale or advertising of devices with “small off-road engines” – such as lawn mowers and leaf blowers — starting on Jan. 1, 2030, in areas of the state with air pollution worse than what the Clean Air Act allows." ​ Details on the proposed GHG reduction benchmarks: "The legislation would add two new benchmarks to Colorado’s existing goals for reducing greenhouse gas emissions." "Right now, the state must reduce emissions by 26% by 2025 from 2005 levels and then by 50% by 2030 and 90% by 2050." "Senate Bill 138 would also require that emissions are slashed from 2005 levels by 40% by 2028 and by 75% by 2040." submitted by /u/MetalAlchemist303 to r/Denver [link] [comments]