Between our house and our neighbors, there’s a huge sweetgum tree. It’s completely on our side except for the roots. I wish it was anywhere but there, but I am loathe to cut down a healthy tree.
Shortly after we bought the place two years ago, the neighbor came by and asked us about taking it out in a way that she later apologized for. I thought the matter was over, but I should have known better. When we had our tree guy here back around that time, we mentioned it to him and he thought it was fine and there was no reason to cut it down.
Last week I installed a camera on that side because that area between the houses is a weird space that we and the neighbors rarely visit and I just wanted to be able to see what was going on over there, even if 99% of the time it was absolutely nothing (I’ve been making a joke to Lori that it was Must See TV). Today, the camera recorded our neighbor talking to some contractor-looking fellow about an estimate for taking the tree out, even though she admitted to him it was ours and she’d be willing to split the costs of taking it out. She wants to talk to “him” (me) about cutting the tree down.
Sigh. I don’t want to be a bad neighbor, the roots from the tree are crazy everywhere between the houses, but I really don’t want to cut down the tree, either.
And bonus, we just had some landscaping put around on that side, which would probably get messed up by tree guys.
I can only hope the contractor never gets back to her or she never gets around to asking us.