We got rid of an oak tree yesterday, after part of it fell in the front yard overnight. If you ever want to make new friends, have part of a huge tree come tumbling off its base and sprawl across your front lawn. Many, many people will stop and stare, I promise you.
So yesterday the inimitable Craig H. came by with his five kids and his chainsaw. We do not have five kids, but Richard went looking in the garage for his chainsaw before Craig arrived. ("I just want him to know I have one, too.")
Thankfully R's saw did not work, so Craig did all the sawing. At the critical moment we gathered his kids plus mine and one from the neighborhood to watch the 20-inch, 2-storey monster come crashing down. This was a lot of fun. It's not every day you get toyell "TIM-BERRRRR!" and mean it. Although Craig's wife says they actually get quite a few chances at her house.
DIH rejoices that there is one fewer squirrel condo in the world. Now if I can just find someone to haul away the wood.