It was almost like I had been out there pouring fertilizer on it or something. There I was, happily ignoring my lawn, because it was kind of dry. It was humid, but it was still dry. I didn’t want the lawn to burn too badly. And I certainly didn’t want it to get crunchy. It got crunchy last year. I wanted to avoid that. Maybe it’s just me, but I was pretty sure lawns aren’t supposed to sound like breakfast cereal. Snap, crackle and pop should not be sounds your lawn makes when you walk across it.
So I was avoiding mowing the lawn. I figured I had a perfectly good excuse. Then it rained.
I swear, my lawn has gone from a couple inches high to about ten inches high. I suddenly live in the middle of a rain forest.
The cat loves it. She stalks through the grass, looking very much like a lion prowling the savannah, almost hidden in the grass. She will issue the occasional croak, trying to sound like a roar. Although it is kind of hard to claim you are the mighty hunter when all I’ve seen her hunt is crickets.
She will make a leap high in the air… well, high for a little cat, and come pouncing down on some pour, unsuspecting insect. Although I do have to be a bit careful and check her when she comes in the door. Crickets in the house are not fun. They stay quiet until the middle of the night, when you least expect it.
So the lawn now needs to be mowed. As much to keep the cat from thinking she is much bigger than she really is than anything. But in does need to be lowered considerably. I was quite happy with the dry weather, since it kept the grass from growing.
Rain should come with a warning label. Caution: lawn may grow very fast and make your cat think she is a predator.
