I really think some people are addicted to cutting the grass. Don’t get me wrong, I love the smell of a freshly mowed lawn and NO ONE wants to be “that yard” in the neighborhood that drives properly values down. That said, my wife (Melissa) has a bizarre addiction to cutting the grass and I don’t think she’s alone. What’s that all about? Is it the alone time? Is it some sort of strange sense of accomplishment, as she says? As someone who lost a leg to a lawn mower...I guess I’ll never understand. I’m just thrilled she likes it so much and I don’t have to do it. Happy mowing!