Once upon a time, there was an enormous evergreen bush in our backyard. This bush was surrounded by junk, junk that bred mosquitoes, mosquitoes that bit me and bit me and bit me.
Together, Keith and I slayed the bush, chopping it into pieces.
And freed the bathtub underneath.
But before we can live happily ever after, we have to figure out what to do with all those pieces of bush. (This is, after all, the second one that has been chopped down. The first one attracted so many flies you could hardly walk out the back door at all.)
And what to do with our newly freed tub?