My Son, Charlie Brown

Perhaps you recall the comic strip Peanuts. If you do, you may also recall the kite eating tree. It seemed every Spring Charlie Brown would loose a few kites to the kite eating tree. It would seem we have a close relative to the kite eating tree living in our own yard. It requires something somewhat more substantial than a kite made of flimsy paper and balsa sticks. Like the Venus Flytrap, it seems to have some carnivorous tendencies since it consumes pigskin.

Here is my own Charlie Brown after the tree consumed his favorite football, Harry. Yes, he names his footballs. At first he was mildly annoyed to have Harry stuck in the branches.

He moved into utter dejection after trying to use a broomstick and a walking stick like javelins to knock the football from the tree's hungry grasp. Notice they were then entangled as well (although I hasten to point out their proximity to the football would indicate a fairly good aim). Forgive me, gentle reader. Forgive me, Isaac. I found the whole scene unbearably funny for a few moments.

Once I regained composure I did aid significantly in the rescue of Harry from the tenacious boughs. We also managed to liberate the broomstick and walking stick as well.