These mammoth trees are hiding a secret.
I went out to join Bree in the backyard a few minutes ago… wandering around while waiting for her to finish, I looked up to identify the source of rustling in the dead palm fronds hanging from the largest tree.

Rats. Two rats, there were a twin pair of vile rat eyes and rat ears trained on me from above. I studied my opponents and decided that the trees will be trimmed, post haste. No free ride, here, boys; it’s time to move.

Pass the scotch.