Downstairs Neighbor B: I had a dream about you last night.
Me: Oh yeah?
Downstairs Neighbor B: Yeah. (Gestures toward stump where birch tree stood.) I dreamed you fixed this tree, that you put it back together with wood glue. (Click to enlarge.)
Me: HA HA HA HA HA -- Yeah, that sounds like something I would do, or try anyway. Although it is a slight overestimation of my abilities.
Downstairs Neighbor B: (Jerks head toward upstairs, and my true love) When I told him about it, he just said, "Sounds right."
Me: Oh, totally. Dammit! If only Landlord had left me the pieces!
Downstairs Neighbor B: Right? Of course, in the dream, I told you I didn't think it would work. But you just said, "Hello-o? I'm using wood glue?"
For anyone interested, it turns out it was not cold alone that killed the tree. It was cold and bugs, hence the devoted interest of the woodpeckers. It was also not older than me, as it was another thing my landlord and his wife planted when they first lived in this house.
Click the following picture to see closer up the pattern of infestation.
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