Evidently, the neighbors were sick of seeing us wage the Stump War. They came over with chains and electric chainsaws and ropes and what was, at one time, a truck. I thought they would give up after the bumper bent and part of the truck bed snapped in two, but by that time, they had become...like us. By then, it was personal.
The bit of stump in the last picture? We're leaving it and giving it a decent burial. A memorial has been discussed.
Let me tell you, this stump fought hard. If you look in the third picture, you can see the previously mentioned damage it did to the neighbor's truck, and that was after heavy stump losses [see picture #2]. It didn't give up.
We faced the enemy. We learned, at great pain and cost, to respect the enemy. We defeated the enemy. Victory is ours.
I think it's because we have thumbs.