The event that made me swear off lawns entirely occurred in 2009.

It was like 109 heat index. My mom was here for the summer from Saudi Arabia. I get home from work, and she hounds me to mow the lawn before it rained the next day.

She wouldn't leave it alone, so I went to do it. I get the whole front mowed and was not feeling well. I did like a row in the back, and felt something was horribly wrong. I went in and chugged like 3 16 oz cups of water and went back out. Mowed a few feet and felt myself collapse. I then felt like everything suddenly became heavy. I dragged the lawnmower into the garage and crawled up the stairs to my room.

It was like 7pm and I slept until 7am the next day.When I came down after showering, my mom was sitting there.She says, "Oh, I thought you were dead." I'm like, "Then why didn't you do anything???" She said, "I thought I'd just let things play out."

After that, I told her to mow the lawn herself. I have not touched a lawnmower since.