Remember that post
about the branches falling off our neighbor's giant pecan tree? After the last branch crashed, the neighbor decided to finish the job. He hired someone to cut down the old girl, and now there's a wide, flat stump in the field instead of a lovely hand-shaped pecan tree.
Yeah, I know it was for the best. The next branch could've taken out our storage building and/or fence. But I'm still slightly devastated. Ironic from a chick whose dad cut down trees for a living, huh?