There is this tree, in the neighbors yard that has one itty bitty ridiculous branch that scratches against the tiny piece of siding on the tippy top of the side of my silly little house. During the day it’s only slightly noticeable–but in the middle of the NIGHT–it sounds like a dozen raccoons with a xylophone banging on the wall.
Good thing I know a guy.
A big, brave, strong guy with some loppers.
Thanks Daney boy!!
You saved me and you’re my hero.
Now get down from there. You’re scaring your mother.
