Many years ago, when the construction on the cabana was newly finished, I went to a garden store in Cancun and bought a bag of grass seed. Like when we lived NOB, I wanted to have a nice lawn leading up to the front door.
I spread and raked the seed. I kept it damp for weeks until it germinated. In other words, I lovingly cared for it.
Then came the day when it was finally long enough to mow. But how was I going to do this? It was too small of an area to buy a real lawnmower. And way to big to use garden shears on. Mmm. A traveler worker to my rescue!
A guy stopped by and asked if I wanted him to cut the grass. I negotiated a fair price, showed him how long I wanted it left and left him to it. Really left him to it because I went downtown to run errands. When I returned, I almost cried. Both from sadness and immense anger.
He had done exactly to my precious lawn what you see my neighbor here doing to his.
With exactly the same result.
I went out and bought a weed whip and mow my own grass now.