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I don't know how I missed this thread the first time around--but we had a century plant freshly blooming in the front yard of the first house we bought. It was in the little bed by the mailbox at the corner of the driveway, so you could see it sticking above the roofs from anywhere on the street.
And then our neighbor came over and said his brother made didgeridoos and asked if he could cut it down and give the stalk to him. And Mr. Clod said yes, thinking the guy meant eventually, or when it was ready to die, or whatever, and the next day we came home from work and it had been hacked right off at the base.
I'm 99% sure the whole didgeridoo thing was a lie, he just hated the 20-foot stalk for some bizarre reason. It's not like it was close enough to have fallen on his car or anything.
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