Feeling destructive??

I went outside to throw away a poopy diaper (all those diaper pails that CLAIM to keep the smell inside of them, ALL lies......) and couldn't get out of my gate to the trash can. There is a scaffolding and a truck with a lift, and they are apparently cutting down the only tree back there. Ummm ok. This sucks. Now every morning, the sun is going to shine, nice and bright, straight into Evan's room. And of course if they aren't done with the chainsaw soon, he's not going to be able to take a nap. But I can't complain too much. He's been standing at the back door watching them since he noticed them about 20 minutes ago.