I'm staying at my parents' house in suburban Atlanta for the holidays. They live in a 70s colonial-style house on the north side of Atlanta that is very typical for this era and area, brick with white shutters on the windows, all neutral colors and knick knacks and throw blankets.
This morning I awoke to massive thudding noises that sounded like an earthquake or signs of the apocalypse, but really it was just the sounds of massive logs hitting the ground and being fed to a wood chipper. I looked the window and there were tree trimming creatures from north Georgia all swarming the yard - Carhartts and cigarettes and beards and desert camouflage in full effect. My dad called my cell and told me to come see this guy wielding a chainsaw 60 feet up with one arm, cutting off tree branches that weighed 500 pounds.
So I went down with coffee to watch - this is as good as any entertainment suburban Georgia affords - and my thought process went something like this.
A wood chipper, huh?
Wood chippers are often kept in a woodshed.
Woodsheds are places where sometimes you can find hedgehogs.
And then I went back inside for another cup of coffee. The internet has addled my brain.