There’s a hole in my front yard.
Not a big nasty hole left behind by construction workers putting in a new septic tank; who then, not knowing what to do with the leftover dirt, pile it up in the backyard to create a hilly crash-and-bash obstacle course that I have to mow over for the rest of my life, causing excessive wear and tear on my riding lawnmower as well as my spleen.
Nor is it a Hobbit…