Lawn guys just left. I didn't even have to yell at them or anything. I was getting ready to call them, so I walked into the kitchen, got the phone, and saw a dude out there! I'm so glad I didn't have to get on thier asses again, because even though they should have gotten it done, I didn't want to have to feel like the bad guy.

Now all that's left is to fix up the deck. They were having trouble getting the screws to go into the wood, and they kept stripping the heads of the screws. They'll come back for that eventually, though. I feel quite a bit more relieved that I didn't have to get on them about the groundcover in the back, though.