Let me start by saying, my family used Apex to remove a problematic tree. You see, I'm a grown man who sometimes identifies as a cat. I dress up as a calico named smidge. Most days I lay around the house and give disapproving looks to humans who pass by and glance sideways at me. However, there are days where I'm in a more playful and athletic mood. On these days. I enjoy the great outdoors. I'll chase small birds and field mice and get a good workout in. Lately, however, a family of pesky squirrels have been scaring my tiny quarry away. I've taken to aggressively address the issue by attempting to run them out of the neighborhood. I've tried scaring them into traffic, asking my friend Jonas, (who identifies as a gray cockapoo) to bark at them quite ferociously. But they climb their tree and look at us in a way that I just know means they're laughing at us. Over the past several weeks, I built up some catnip powered courage, and went into the tree to handle it myself, cat to rodent. As agile as we cats are, I made it a good way up, but slipped on a mossy branch and fell. A few bruises, but only my pride was wounded. The next week, I chased them again, but accidentally disturbed the nest of a very grumpy sparrow. The resulting onslaught of swooping and pecking caused me to lose my balance and fall, breaking several branches, 2 ribs. And a finger. My family was very upset, and told me to leave the tree creatures alone.. Nothing doing though, anyone who knows cats knows we are a proud and aloof species. My honor needed to be restored. Then two weeks ago, I attempted to corner that rude squirrel again on a small branch that did not offer him an easy escape. But. I was so focused on the squirrel. I slipped on moss again and fell. This time my pants got caught on what turned out to be a very sturdy branch. As I fell, I ended up upside down. And my pants and underfur were dragged to my ankles, leaving me VERY exposed and vulnerable. My family tried to get me down, but, I'm a very big cat after all, and proved too much. The fire department was called, and judging by their jokes, are all dog people, argh. With them came the neighborhood kids and their cellphone cameras. But we're quickly joined by their parents, and, unfortunately, their cell phone cameras as well. They tried interviewing my family who were understandably mortified. And very angry with me. To make a long story short, they called Apex tree service to remove this tree so that I "could stop embarrassing them by hanging upside down with my furry cat panties around my ankles." A very nice guy named Chris showed up with a chainsaw and big red lumberjack beard and made quick work of it. He even handed my cat panties back to me with only the slightest of grins, and NO JUDMENTAL STARES! Jokes on the family though, those rude squirrels and angry sparrows are gone and I can chase field mice again. Thank you Apex. You've made me a very happy kitty.