The bush next to my front door, that is.
I rent a townhouse, and there’s a large bush next to my front door that looks kind of scraggly and is a pain in the ass to trim. I’ve hated it since I moved in two years ago, but it used to be partially covered by a larger, leafier bush – until my former neighbor removed the good bush at the end of last summer. I was hoping that the remaining bush might fill in when spring hit, but it hasn’t, and now it’s the bane of my front yard. And I just got permission from my property manager (via the homeowner) to go ahead and remove it! I’m so happy!