When the ridges first appeared, I assumed it was frost heave.
Late winter. Made sense.
I tamped everything down with my roller. Reseeded the dead patches.
Looked fine by May.
Then July came and it was worse than before.
More runways. Bigger dead patches. A weird soft sponginess when I walked certain areas like the ground underneath was hollow.
I called my lawn care company. They came out, looked around, and suggested I had a grub problem.
$280 for grub treatment.
Treated the whole yard. Waited six weeks.
The runways multiplied.
Called them back. Now they thought it might be a drainage issue.
$340 for aeration and drainage work.
Still getting worse.
By autumn my front lawn looked like something had been at war underneath it.
My neighbor across the street Dave, who keeps his lawn like a golf course actually came over one evening.
"Hey man, you might want to get that looked at," he said, gesturing at my yard.
I wanted to disappear into the ground.
That night I typed something different into Google.
Not "lawn repair." Not "dead grass patches."
I typed: "tunnels running through grass not moles."