A couple of years ago, the old tree in the yard was cut down, but the massive roots and thick trunk were left behind, slowly taking up space and becoming an eyesore. For the longest time, I kept saying I’d take care of it “one of these days,” but it wasn’t until recently that I finally decided to finish the job. With the help of my Tío Martín — better known in the family as “El Bigote” — we rolled up our sleeves, grabbed our tools, and got to work. It took some serious effort, a lot of sweat, and a few laughs along the way, but together we managed to cut it up and pull the whole thing out. After all that, I’ve got to say — check the steez, because it came out clean!