There was tree drama at my house this weekend.
A few years ago, my mom came home and tells me "Melissa, your dad bought me a chainsaw for Christmas."
Since my dad rarely buys my mom presents, and when he does, it's never anything practical, AND since I knew he was adamantly against cutting down trees that would decrease our property value, I was surprised.
"Mom, it's November. He already gave it to you?" I asked.
"No, it's been sitting in my trunk the past few months and I've been waiting for spring to bring it out."
Dad did not buy you a chainsaw, you bought yourself a chainsaw and are trying to hide it until the last possible second!
That spring mom busts out her chainsaw and her and my brother get to work trimming. The following year she buys herself a chainsaw on a stick, for those hard to reach branches.Fast forward to this past weekend.
Mom and brother, and brother's friend, who mom hired to help for $100 were doing some tree trimming in the front yard. This specific tree down by the road was ruining her life, dropping leaves and branches, smothering her "babies." (otherwise known as grass seed)
Apparently, they misjudged how far this monster branch would fall and it dropped onto the neighbor's dogwood.
Since the neighbor's just knocked down their entire house that they just bough a few months ago, mom didn't think it would be that big a of a deal that a few of their branches were damaged. It was close to where they were rebuilding and she assumed they were going to have to take it out anyway, at least trim it up significantly.
The neighbor comes tearing over, "What did you do to my tree!! My wife loves that tree!" Now the tree is damaged, but in no way ruined. My mom apologized and said she didn't realize that out tree would hit their tree.
"You would have hired a professional to cut that tree! We bought our property to build around our tree!"
Uh, sorry dude. We have insurance.
Next, the police
come to our house, with their sirens and lights on!
Mom tries to explain about the tree and how we'll pay for it and the cop says, "I'm just here to take pictures. I don't want to see you fighting with eachother."We're not fighting, it's a tree.
The cop leaves and this car slows to a stop in front of our house while my mom and friends are clearing the debry.
"Did you cut down that branch?"
"Uh, yes.""I can't believe you would cut down that tree! We live in this neighborhood for the trees. I just can't believe you would do that. You should have hired someone!"
"Um, hi, I'm Carolynn, and you are?"
She wouldn't give her name, she would just rant about the trees. Finally, my mom walked away.
We're waiting to see if their lawyer is going to contact us today.