Our very own tree sculpture

One of the trees between the sidewalk and street died last year. It was a maple tree. The borough planted them, so they're obliged to take them down when they die. Since our borough is out of funds, this is what they've been doing when trees die. We call this treatment making a tree sculpture.

I'd told Lindsay on the way home that the men from the borough came and made the dead tree into a tree sculpture. I didn't know if this was going to be upsetting. When we got home, she walked up to it and said, "Well, it would be fine if it didn't have a cow's vagina."

Seriously. That's what she said. And I said, "Huh." Because I couldn't think of anything else to say.