At least you got the tree-limb removed before it came in your apartment and strangled you in your bed, as I sometimes say about our lawn.
The tree limb would have strangled me at my desk. Chuck said this tree as well as a couple of others are slated to be removed, and it can’t happen too soon for me. While I like the shade, I loathe the cooties and the fact that the roots overtake everything.
Some days, I walk past it on my way to my parking spot and feel like I’m in a Stephen King book or a Midsomer Nightmare.