While it sounds like a good, juicy, gory murder novel, let me explain...
About three weeks ago, we had a rip-snorter of a storm, and yards all over the neighborhood were full of downed tree limbs. We only had the "flags" of cicada damage blowing around (when the female cicada lays her eggs, she cuts into the skin of small tree limbs, and after the larvae have dropped out, the limbs die and fall off during the next storm).
Our neighbors lost one third of a multi-trunk maple, and we shamelessly asked for some of it to toss into the prairie to add some habitat.
This is the piece they gave us.....named "The Torso":
Kinda looks like a pair of pants, doesn't it?
(Mike, our neighbor, named this arty piece. It's nice to have a neighbor with a sense of humor. We like Mike.)
*Those who have noticed that I haven't been the Blogging-Dynamo lately, rest assured that all is well....we are just busy preparing for our Big Trip*