...but sometimes, if you put-off-until-tomorrow long enough, you can get out of it entirely.
Several months ago I looked out the office window to discover that we had a large tree branch hanging in our front tree. It appeared to be held there only with friction and an ever-decreasing supply of teeny-tiny branches. Being positioned completely vertical, I knew it was just a matter of time before I came crashing down onto whom- or what-ever was underneath it. So, being a responsible adult, I knew it had to come down, and told Keith to take care of it.
Easier said than done, of course, since the lowest part of the branch was about two stories up (so no ladders) and way out at the edge of the tree branch (so no climbing the tree & shaking it out). Keith's been thinking on it for several months, trying to find a way to get it down. We've considered everything from a lasso to renting a cherry-picker truck.
But, yesterday we came home to find this in our front yard:
Apparently we'd taken too long thinking about it, so the tree chose to take things into it's own hands. There were shattered bits of branch all over the front yard, but otherwise, not too much carnage.
Pretty much the perfect solution, actually.
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