I guess I let the bush get out of control. You told me to shave it. .. .. I reluctantly said yes. I shaved some. I showed you. But noooo that was not good enough. Not small enough. So I shaved more for you. Again you said no no no. Shave more. So I did. Like the good little girl I am. I do what you ask. So now I have a bald beaver. Oh hell