We had a tree out front of our house that was, well, pretty much dead. It had one tiny, puny, sad little branch that would get leaves but the rest of it was ka-put. We told our HOA people about it last year, and then this past summer again when it got worse. Finally they switched landscaping crews and whadda-ya-know. They came in, assessed the damage (for the whole Country-woods community) and began rubbing their temples in disbelief. There was a lot to fix. The past crew didn't know how to prune or feed or pretty much do anything positive to trees apparently. They have to remove a lot of trees and nurse the rest back to health. Pretty much every other tree down our street was really sick.
So this morning, I got out of the shower to the sound of chainsaws. You'd think I'd start running and screaming like some slasher-flick chick but instead I did what all the ladies do in the movies (to which we always think WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?? Run AWAY from the chainsaws, AWAY!!) But this time I was lucky. It was our tree that met it's doom.

beheaded.

It just goes to show, when you don't get scary music or quick camera flashes of knives, you really don't think you're gonna die. :D Not that I watch slasher flicks anyway. Just thought it was a funny comparison.