I would need to wear armor but that could lead to dehydration at the hands of the mighty Solar Orb. It is truly one man against the world. But I must persevere. I must tackle the yard with water bottle at the ready, lawnmower revved, long sleeved shirt and long pants wrapped around my body and I must have my rage just below the boiling point. The rage would need to be called upon at a moments notice so that my system could be flooded with adrenaline should a renegade wasp manage to break my defenses.
It will be me.
The sun will burn.
The wind will be still.
Nature will crave blood.
I will be standing in front of the green abyss.
I will reach into the heart of the dense jungle that has enslaved my backyard.
I will grab hold of the dark heart.
I will mourn the lost explorers that have fallen at the hands of the thicket.
I will breathe.
Then with motor and blade I will tear the dense, tangled heart of the jungle out from its core and restore my yard to its former glory as my outdoor living quarters.