Sunday, May 15, 2011
OMG. A tree fell on our house today. In our house. On and then in.
Ben I were standing in the kids' room this morning frantically cleaning for an open house we had this afternoon (that people actually came to this time!!), and we had a conversation about how we'd like to have more plants in the new house when we move because we only have 3 in this whole house.
Then we heard a horrible, rumbling, prolonged crash, and the house shook a little. Because, you know, a fucking TREE fell through the roof. Plant problem=solved.
And then I realized what I will miss about living in a condo: not being responsible for anything that happens outside. We called the condo management company's emergency line (after a brief debate during which we came to our senses and realized a fucking tree falling on the house was an emergency), and 20 minutes later, tree guys were there to haul it away. Roofers (and I hope drywallers) to follow tomorrow. Landscapers after that. Easy peasy. Thank god we weren't playing outside.
At first, we thought the inside of the house was spared, but then Harry emerged from his toy closet with some drywall and roof in his hands.
Oh, and no. It wasn't stormy. Just a little breezy. The tree was really old and totally rotten because its trunk was home to about 40 billion ants who have since been released INTO OUR YARD. Um. Shit.
This picture is teeming with ants and ant clusters.