TRASH
Well at least you know what lies ahead of you with cutting the grass. That is until you see the fucking jungle that's her backyard. The grass is so high you couldn't cut this with a lawnmower even if you'd had the forethought to bring the one you don't have. There's a wicked looking scythe nearby though, which is what you're going to have to use to cut this mess down.
You grab the scythe as more little furry beasts watch your every move. You begin to swing, putting a dent in the overgrowth, and covering yourself in cut grass. Still, you're already getting a sore back and you're not even half way done, not to mention the creatures you've been stirring up aren't too pleased about you destroying their home. Spiders, small snakes and other venomous creatures have bitten you many times, fortunately the damage you've done to yourself with alcohol over the years, makes you pretty much immune to their poison.
Still, you aren't feeling too swift at this point, you're about to take a break and sit down, when again you feel the piecing eyes of the cats watching you again.
You grab the scythe as more little furry beasts watch your every move. You begin to swing, putting a dent in the overgrowth, and covering yourself in cut grass. Still, you're already getting a sore back and you're not even half way done, not to mention the creatures you've been stirring up aren't too pleased about you destroying their home. Spiders, small snakes and other venomous creatures have bitten you many times, fortunately the damage you've done to yourself with alcohol over the years, makes you pretty much immune to their poison.
Still, you aren't feeling too swift at this point, you're about to take a break and sit down, when again you feel the piecing eyes of the cats watching you again.