This is a first. My neighbor’s shovel came sailing at me just a few minutes ago, as I was fixing my mailbox. Well, plastic with a sharp metal blade on the end. If I hadn’t been on my toes, I’d have the friggin’ blade an inch deep in my forehead. I so much prefer when it’s expensive lawn furniture. THAT, I could use. Resell, whatever. I draw the line at farm implements. Remember the barn scene from “Twister”?

Be careful out there, peeps. Mother Nature is determined to reduce our population. Try not to be one of the culled!