Now we call him “stumpy”. Because he is just a stump.

Get it? Stumpy? Because he was a tree and is now just a … stump? HAHAHAHAHA! Thank you, thank you; I’ll be here all week. Please tip your wait staff.

Say goodnight, tree

They came and chopped the tree down on… I think it was Monday (I wasn’t home, at any rate). I left the camera for Tim, though, and he snapped a couple pictures for us. Say goodnight, tree! They chopped and dropped, and hauled it off to be burned – because of the beetles, we couldn’t destroy it ourselves. Believe me, if it were at all possible, we would have taken the wood out to Doris’s to feed her woodburning stove this winter.

That’s one saga I’m glad is over. I hope it’s over… I keep imagining that the trees around it are looking more and more brown and dead every day, as eeeeevil beetles consume them from the inside out. I’m sure that’s just paranoia, though, right?

3 thoughts on “0

  1. Isn’t anyone in the Ag dept at UF doing research on how to annihilate the pine beetle? I thought I read something about that a few years ago as it was making its progress of destruction across the state. It would be a shame to lose all those wonderful pines in your neighborhood.

  2. Yes, paranoia. Or not. Elm beetles got all the beautiful old elms where I grew up. Thousands of them. I guess no one was paying attention until it was too late.

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