In case anybody ever needs, I tried messing my first guy up for years. He was unfoolable. I tried every trick there was. Sometimes I would throw a stick as far as I could and bolt the other direction. When he got to the stick and realized I had run, he would come after me like a freight train. as he ran past whatever car/shed/garage I had hid in, he would hit the brakes so hard he tore up the grass. BOOM. Nice try. Everytime. But one day it hit me how upset he always was after I cut the grass. The mulching blades blended all his precious smells all over the yard and he couldn’t make sense of It. If you were ever running from the fuzz and came across a lawn being mowed, it would buy you *some* time, kinda like a creek. Eventually they would find the scent on the other side and if you stayed on foot, you would be found.