Rose of Sharon, that is.
We had one that had grown to ornamental tree size growing perilously close to one of our fireplaces. Being, essentially, a glorified bush, we're not sure that it could have truly damaged the foundation, but we didn't want to find out. Plus, it looked a bit out of place anyway. So E set to work during our freak warm spell in March, hacking down all the branches and as much of the stump as he could with a tree saw. I cut the branches up for disposal. But we were still left with three-plus feet of trunk that needed removal.
Having no chainsaw of our own, E requested the help of friend and coworker D yesterday and she went to town.
Thank you, D!