So, a couple of nights ago I return home after a particularly stressful day at work. I was getting weepy thinking about my folks selling My House. It was late. I'd been to Ikea. And I pull in by my apartment and see something amiss. My first glance noticed some branches on the ground. Then I thought, "My, that's a large pile of branches." Then, "Oh, they said there was going to be strong winds. Okay." Then, "HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS LIVING! THEY'VE KILLED MY TREE!!!11!!1"
This tree, besides being all sorts of awesomeness that every tree is, was even more extra awesome. It was the shade that kept the hot afternoon sun out of our living room and bedroom. It was the privacy screen that let me keep the living room blinds open pretty much 24-7, even if I wasn't um, dressed so as to greet company. It was a little haven for birds to sit in which was amusement for the cats. And it was my escape route from my 2nd floor apartment should a fire ever break out and we couldn't get out the door. Now if there's a fire I'll burn to a crisp because I don't do jumping and falling. Mom. Dad. Blah. You know who to sue when that happens. The mean tree-cutter-downers. It was nice enough of them to leave a tree corpse for me to gawk at, a huge pile of trunk and branches wrapped in yellow caution tape. Now there's just the stump for a cruel reminder of what once was.
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Awwww. That's really sad you lost your tree. I asked mom how they were going to move my tree to their new house. She said that would probably be pretty expensive.
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