"The fucking waterfall. Supposed to be these little animals, they come out of the bushes and sort of look at it, the waterfall, you know?" Hernandez leaned back against the counter, flexing his toes into the nubby sandals. "Some kind of, like, Costa Rican animals , you know? Ecology theme. She’s real green. Made us take out what was left of the lawn, put in all these groundcover things look like gray spiders. But the shop can’t get those fucking animals to show, man. We got a warranty and everything, but it’s, you know, been a pain in the ass." He shook his head.