He would be my husband.
Let me explain. You see, this was my backyard earlier today.
If you were to scroll in on the picture, you might notice something funny about that tree.
What exactly was he doing up there?
Well, you see, we have a tree in our yard that has a rotting base. It's becoming more and more apparent that at some point it's probably going to completely rot through and the tree will fall. Most likely onto our fence and the busy road that runs by our house. Instead of paying tons of money to have some company come cut the tree down, the hubby is doing it himself. It's a very slow process, and it's something he tackles a little bit at a time.
Why is it taking so long?
Because we don't own a chainsaw.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, my husband has been cutting down a 50+ foot tree with a knife.
If we go back to the yard view, you can see that, slowly and surely, it's actually working.
And hey, if we're ever stranded on a strange island after a bright flash crashes our plane, I'll be confident that the hubby will be able to get firewood.