I have one of those "gumball" trees in my front yard.  I hate it but also hate to cut it down.  It is a good tree other then them damn gumballs.  The tree is out far enough and isnt tall enough for "gumballs" to fall in my gutter but somehow they end up there.  It takes about 3 of them to clog up the gutter.  I try to mow them up but it doesnt work so well.  Sounds like I am running a mower on a driving range. 

This tree that fell was actually one that needed to come down.  It leaned over an older ladies house.  I thought if it ever came down it might hit her house.  As it fell it took out two younger nice trees but at least it didnt come close to her house.  I am glad it came down because we had been talking about hiring someone to do it because of the trickness of falling it away from her house.  I talked to my neighbor and the village has hired a tree servise to remove to trees and stumps on the village right of way.  They will be cleaning up this mess as well as removing the stump and two other stumps in my yard.  My lazy ass wont have to do a thing but watch.  The tree servise is also pilling the tree trunks over by our wood pile which will make spliting the wood handy.  Sometimes things actually work out.

You wouldn't want to step on one either.  Those little bastards hurt.

APRTW wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

Thanks. But that doesn't look like anything I'd want to chew on.

They are fun to throw at eachother.  Watching someone get hurt always makes things fun.

When I was growing up, we'd go to my grandparents' house in the central, more rural part of the state, where there were tons of chestnut trees. My cousins and I used to collect the chestnuts and throw them at each other. A direct hit would raise a good welt. I once hit my cousin Randy directly on the nose and drew a torrent of blood. He's a sissy, so he cried for about a half-hour. Good times.