When I pulled into the driveway after work tonight (there was no cat to be seen, by the way), and noticed the landlord had been by to cut the grass.
I gave a leisurely thought to the cucumber vines that had trailed across the lawn this morning, winding their way into the grass, stretching longer and longer by the day. Ah, lovely cucumber vines. Certainly, I thought, the landlord will have lifted them up and run the lawnmower underneath them, then set them back down, gently, to their verdant home.
Fat chance of that.