The first time I killed my neighbor's body, it was just common sense. He had killed mine the day before, and it was only fair that he lose a backup too. Body for a body, or so the kids say. I really believed the trade off would end our little turf war. These things aren’t cheap, and he has two mortgages. But the second time I killed him? That was pure spite. It all started with the tree. I’m not opposed to trees. They can be lovely in the right setting. My backyard is the wrong setting, especially for ancient 200-lb oak branches that could topple down on me, my wife, or (abhor the … [Read more...]