There's a lot of shrubbery to hack. Along the driveway is a mutated form of something that started out as a hibiscus, tangled up with four somethings I don't recognize that most likely started off as something I don't recognize. All I know for sure is they have lots of branches going all directions. Lots.
The front flower bed is home to another mutant hibiscus, two ligustrum, and forty little knee-high hedgey things which need to be trimmed into neat little mounds. Which would be much easier if I actually owned a hedge trimmer, and didn't resort to shaping them up with pruning shears. Somewhere around hedgey thingy number twenty-seven, my hands start to go numb. By hedgey thingy number thirty-two, I can't feel my arms.
I feel better when it's all done, though. I'm pretty sure the neighbors do, too.