So yesterday not only did dad mow over my recovering Carpinus carolinana (you know, the one that we thought died to herbicides last year?? it was sprouting back up from the roots this year), he was mowing so low and abusing so much of the lawn mower itself in places it didn’t belong that it was actually set on fire from the strain despite our constant warnings/scoldings to cut higher and avoid this place or that place. He only halted when both mom and I were screaming “FIRE!!! FIRE!!!!”

Dad can’t even care for the expensive equipment that he’s supposed to be responsible/specialized in ffs….