Last week, I cut this small lot in Fredericksburg. The undergrowth was so thick that once I got back in there, I lost all awareness of how close I was to civilization. A couple of times, I thought I was in the beginning of a Stephen King Novel. I kept waiting for a clown or a pasty skinned child to look out of one of the windows or the doors. Needless to say, the lot looked a whole lot more presentable and ‘less spooky’ after I was done.