What is it with us and our obsession with grass? No, not that kind of grass, I mean our lawn, the green grass that we work so hard to grow and care for. There's the mowing and watering and fertilizing and yet, we never seem to be satisfied. Neither does grass. It has been my observation over the years that grass isn't necessarily on board with our plans for it. I mean, our lawn can absolutely drive us nuts with brown patches, spots that are hard to water, bug infestations, and frequently, it seems, a flat out refusal on grass's part to consistently grow where we want it to grow, and yet, relentlessly crop up exactly where we don't want it to be. What's the deal?