*locks outhouse door from the outside*
*quietly and with much stealth moves outhouse to crunchy caramel pickle factory*
*closes door*
So this 100 year old oak tree is uprooted by the storm and comes to rest on my neighbor's house, sparing her life.
So now this same, gentle neighbor is accusing her son (who is close to my age and lives in the house to help her out) of destroying the house with the tree.
...and people wonder why I leave for work early and come home late....
...well...Cray doesn't... but he has those voles and other small mammals....