So Saturday before last I'm bumming around the house like I normally do on Bobby's work weekends, and my doorbell rings. Well the welcoming committee (aka the dogs) told me someone was here before the doorbell actually rung. I was on the phone with B, went to the door and walked outside (have you ever tried to talk to someone over 4 barking dogs? Kinda difficult).
It was my tree stalker.
This guy has been coming by my house on & off for over two years asking to cut down this dead tree in my backyard. Business card and everything.