I now have another reason to hate mowing the lawn.
Not sure what you're seeing? Don't worry, I didn't either at first.
I put the mower back in the shed (The mechanical one, not the neighbor boy who catches me when I'm feeling super lazy. Go a head. Even I'm shaking my head at that pathetic joke.). As I crossed the back yard I caught a glimpse of Edward Cullen. (GAWD, I'm reaching tonight.) As I approached, I heard this wild crackling sound. My door was shattered. And it sounded like Rice Krispies! (That was not a joke.)
My wife was bathing our daughter at the time. I immediately bellowed across the house. I assumed my daughter had thrown something at the window and shattered it. I barged into the bathroom like a maniac with a "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?" Both just stared, shocked at the lunatic. The "didn't you see the French Door was broken?" was rhetorical at that point.
Apparently I threw a rock with the mower. I found the impact point on the outside. It is double paned glass, so at least it isn't going to fall into the house. A friend of mine told me that these things have a gas between them to keep them from collecting moisture between the panes. This should be fun to replace. And no I will not be attempting to tap my inner handy man and make a trip to Home Depot. Friggin A!