My next-door neighbors finally cut their lawn today. I nearly fell over at the surprise. These three college/grad-school age guys live there. They aren't too old or feeble to cut their lawn. We have a plethora of old ladies who live in the neighborhood (I'm talking mid-70s, plus) who manage their lawns on their own, but these three able-bodied dudes haven't managed to cut their grass since April. While I may only get the lawn done every two weeks, they are horrible--but they still aren't as bad as the guy on the other side. I've still not forgiven him for leaving his cat out the night Katrina hit (I took her in--the idea of a cat being flung around in 75+mph winds didn't sit right with me) and he's always revving his motorcycle at midnight in the middle of the week. He hasn't cut his backyard since sometime last summer. The grass/weed combo he's got going on has actually grown over his kid's swingset (she's now about 14 and doesn't use it) and the log-sized branch that fell from a tree that sticks up out of the ground has so many vines growing on it, it actually looks like a kinda-cool topiary. He really needs to live somewhere where there is no lawn. So far I've taken a "how wild will it get" approach--kind of like a science project. But if I see one creepy-crawly come out of his yard into mine, I'm calling the city's nuisance line.