I understand that it’s not your fault I spent my entire weekend reducing a truck sized pile of dark hemlock mulch on my driveway by shoveling endless shovel loads into a wheelbarrow and transporting it to my backyard. You didn’t make me peel back several square yards of my lawn purely for the aesthetics of it. You didn’t send the gopher, or is it a nutria, to my yard to dig a metropolis of tunnels under the lawn, poking up to check things out every so often to see what all the fuss is about.
But please, I beg you. On the next release of Safari could you please move the back button somewhere not so close to the little red pill button that closes my browser window, including whatever ten tabs I had open that I instantly forget about when my browser disappears as I intend to click “Back”, but because my arms are so sore from hauling Earth that I miss.
And, if it’s not too much to ask, could do you have any tips of encouraging covers to leave (no holds barred). Thanks.