They Call me the Memphis Belle, 'cause I drop BOMBS.
We have a Chestnut tree on the western side of the house that likes to bombard the house every year in Fall. It sounds kind of like having a pro golfer on the hill to the North of us, randomly and yet systematically hitting the roof with golf balls; with precision but at random intervals. It's a little freaky to be half awake and hear a loud thumping noise, like an overweight ninja landing on the roof. At some point I should take some weight measurements and estimate their terminal velocity and impact energy.. Might be dangerous to go walking under the damn thing under a breeze.
Legos are a joke compared to this disaster.
Probably what needs to happen is to have a trimming company come out and reduce it's coverage over the house. Until then I probably need to start raking the chestnuts out of the yard and away from unprotected tootsies.
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