It's a Jungle Out There: Before the Thunder
It needed to go. The condo association encouraged this, even.
So he tore it down. And removed the weeds (most of them).
In its stead, he planted grass. It grew. It is still growing. New weeds, too.
The thunder has yet to sound, yet the chipmunks are nowhere to be seen. They know. Like in many a-jungle, they are rain forests, such as you see here. By just a few slabs of wood, I am protected from fierce, unseen beasts and evil fauna known only to those who never leave this jungle.