Everybody has a wacky neighbor at some point…..

One particular neighbor moved to the head of that category early on. We were out inspecting a huge madrona tree in our yard that needed to be removed. Since the wacky neighbor was outside watching the goings on with the tree he offered to take it down. Since he had a view corridor through our property we decided to let him.

A couple of days later he and his brother were driving a scissor-lift down our driveway. I told him there was only one thing to stay away from; a four-way plum tree that had been given to us by my Mom. No problem. So the brothers ascend in the lift and start lopping off branches with a chain saw. All was well until they started consuming copious amounts of beer. Oh, boy.

It wasn’t long before they had gotten the lift lodged in the tree. They were up there squabbling like little girls, we were down below laughing hysterically. Finally they got the contraption dislodged and the chain saw was fired up again. The next thing we heard was “Oh _ _ _ _!” They had cut off a huge branch that came sailing down and impaled the sacred plum tree. It sliced it in half vertically!

Later that day they finished and left the way they came like a couple of knights atop their trusty steeds. That was twelve years ago. The neighbor has since moved on but the branch is still lodged in the tree.