Day 12 in the Country

Today, I set out to mow the lawn early in the day, before it got too hot. I hopped on the mower, and got to work. I started to round the fire pit, and had to go around the bush that G had pulled into the yard with the truck and the chain days before.
I got in close to the bush. The grass was tall.
The grass hid the chain. (See Day 8 in the Country post.)
Wow. Did hitting the chain ever stop the riding mower fast. And hard.
I threw in the clutch and the brake, disengaged the mower, put it in neutral, and thew the key to off, not that it was running at that point, anyway.
I spent the next two hours outside in full sun with my arms under the mower (I know, I know, I know) trying to get the chain unwrapped from the blades. The blades didn't bend (much), but it has to have damaged them a little. Once I finally got the chain free, I got the mower started again. It runs. It cuts. All good.
Except for the nicks in the blade from a frickin' huge chain.
I'm a little tempted to not mention it to him, as he might get pissed at himself for the chain being in the lawn, but it's not like I wasn't there when the chain was deposited in the lawn, so I SHOULD have known it was there. I blame me. And so, I don't want to not tell him, as I want to come clean on it.
And all this is skipping the Day 11 in the Country post, which was really just a bit too much of a day for me. It included cats escaping the house, aerial antennas, and other interesting events that I may, or may not, muster the strength to post.