As the crew peeled back the turf, the strips formed fantastical shapes:
A turf mushroom:
The bare dirt temporarily baffled the pugs. After peeing on it a few times, they decided it was theirs:
How they worked their way down so far below the lawn, I'll never know. Later this week the crew returns to change the sprinklers over to drip irrigation and lay down weed-blocking fabric.
I miss my green lawn. But there's no looking back now!