Sometimes, when you live in Minnesota you can just be going along with a push mower, doing your husband a favor, and you'll spot one of these.
Then you may, or may not, throw in the towel and go back into the house and send him a text on your cell phone that says, "Bring home whatever you have to from work tonight to rid the world of this."
And since he knows you're probably serious, he does.
The real crying shame is the tree looked like this. Except for that. Minnesota is not for wussies.
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