Hey, I'm the the redneck neighbor!
Well, not really. However, my edger went kablooey a few weeks ago ... just as growing season kicked in. Because my front lawn is extraordinarily healthy, and I can't do more than mow until the Ryobi is fixed, I've got long stolons of St. Augustine creeping across the sidewalk. Because work has been so busy, I've had trees sitting in the front driveway for a couple of weeks, waiting to be planted. (I finally got the last of 'em in the ground on Sunday.)
The backyard, you ask? Cinch bugs. Lawn no more. When I get the Ryobi fixed, I can grind up what's left of the plant matter into the ground, level it out, and plant centipede seed. Fortunately, nobody sees it.
I do have real redneck neighbors. However, because so many people in my neck of the woods work in the building industry, home improvement projects of local Billy Joe Jim Bobs are usually jaw-dropping impressive.