a strange naked feeling, like I showed up to work without pants

He is gone. All his bark shedding, limb dropping, tree groaning ways are gone forever. Rest in peace, Big Nasty. Say hello to Skye for us.


Now just an ugly concrete drainage culvert will wish me luck as I leave and greet me when I return home. I feel exposed.

STATISTICAL UPDATE:
Public option - the city of Bloomington, 6 men, 4 trucks, 43 strategy breaks during which 9 gallons of coffee was consumed, over the course of FOUR DAYS to deliver the death knell to Big Nasty. Cost unknown.

Private option - local tree trimming company quoted me 3 guys, one full day. Cost nine hundred bucks.

I now have a true understanding of government bureaucracy. And they raised my property taxes this year.