After ten years, our battery-powered mower died the death I couldn't resurrect it from. So, wanting desperately to get another battery-powered one, we're waiting for someone bringing a container to Panama who will also allow us to stow a new mower in it. Meantime, Arcadio brings his weed whacker once a week. It's amazing how level he makes it, but we don't like the noise or the smell of gas (normally, there are no gas-powered devices at our house—the car is diesel).