Some of the neighbors collect crape myrtle prunings the over-trimmers have felled and left for pick-up by the city workers. They drop the wood near the folly I have erected and am now weaving in the back yard. Others stop by to tell me I am a crape murderer. I've done some (aggressive) selective trimming on two trees on the property. The thing is, my crape myrtles aren't nearly dead. Furthermore, I've got sixty liners in the dirt right this minute. It's a mitigation site? Regardless, I expect I'll be called the Cruella De Vil of crape myrtles soon enough.