I was ticked to see that the city had marked my tree for total removal. Take the home of our urbanized woodland friend, how dare they! I was not so ticked anymore after I arrived home and checked out the demolition of Hammy's high rise apartment. Mutants had infiltrated the unit and had eaten halfway through the center. As seen in the last photo you can witness the results of my blind rage retaliation of the mutant attack. They popped like grapes.
We were sad to see Hammy have to leave, our friend of nearly 6 years, gone. He quickly found another home in the adjacent tree 15 feet away.
