The Kilgores: doing things the hard way since 1994

Two posts in one day?!? It's been an exceptionally eventful day at our house.

Herb. It's one of those four letter words. Herb happens to be the first name of the owner/proprietor/scoundrel of Herb's Tree Service. To make a very long story short: we paid Herb to trim a couple trees and remove a couple trees, Herb did some of the work, Herb broke our deck, Herb never came back. "I'll have it finished by Monday" is pretty much what we heard for 3-4 months. Threats of legal action have not had any effect.

So, today Jerry, 2 missionaries and one ward mission leader who is built like an ox took matters into their own hands. I wish I had thought to capture it on video, but I didn't really want to film my husband's own death, which I thought for sure was how this thing was going to end.




Using a makeshift harness made out of rope (it looked more like shoelaces than rope) my fearless hubby shimmied and clawed his way up the tree. I did not stick around to witness him weilding a chainsaw above his head, cutting down the very tree he was so precariously perched in 3 stories above the ground. The point where the tree splits into three main branches (about another 15 ft from where he is in the center picture) is where Jerry eventually perched himself and cut off the branches.

Gaby thinks that Daddy cut down the tree so no more squirrels will die in the hot tub (see following post).