Live wire & a lawn mower, kinda like oil and vinegar...

Today Jason decided to mow the yard to cut off the dead winter grass. Everything was going fine until "POP" he ran over the electical cord in our yard (let me rewind)...they are building the house behind us and since they started there has been this huge thick power cord laying in our yard that is constantly hooked up to one of those big green boxes in the corner of our yard. (HAZARD, I think so) But you know how builders are, they don't care about anyone or anything around their house they are working on. Fastfoward...the wire gets caught in the lawn mower, and of course the grass catches on fire. If you have seen the news then you know that most of the state has been on fire lately because of the dry air and dead grass...luckily we manage to put the fire out without the electrical box blowing up. Then...my genious husband decides that he should pull the wire out from under the mower and who does he want to help him...me!! So there we are, playing with fire, literally, and as he pulls the wire out..."POP" again. Twice now he should have been shocked to death and somehow he escapes. The fire department had to come out and wait for the electric company to come take out the wire...crazy! Here is the kicker, I called the electric company prior to 911 in hopes that they would help me, the lady tells me that her supervisor suggests I call the builder and leave them a message for their electrician to come out and fix it. She also adds that her main concern is that we didn't lose power...SERIOUSLY?!? She must get paid a lot to be that smart. Geez. Anyways, Emma had a blast seeing the fire truck and we were for once the "drama neighbors" that everyone comes out to see.