When we first moved into our house, the stump of an old tree stood sentinel in the side yard. Our pest control company suggested we remove it, but we haven't, instead leaving it for the creatures we share our yard with. For years, a female Black Rat Snake climbed to the top every time she was ready to molt. She'd hook herself onto a jagged bit near the top of the stump and wriggle out of her old skin, leaving it draped like some diaphanous veil. Ants and spiders and beetles and woodlice and probably the occasional termite have lived here, and slowly the stump is disappearing, crumbling and decaying back into the earth.
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