Buckle up kids, here comes a very long photo essay.
Preamble: the excavator showed up on Monday, October 19th and he went to TOWN. I did momentarily chain myself to the beautiful azalea right next to my garage but Troy offered to dig it out and replant it for me so Greenpeace stood down. Our plan was for StanLee to go to work with me on Monday so mom wouldn't have to deal with two dogs on leashes at home (Stan is a little excitable and there is broken glass EVERYWHERE). Then we all were going to vacate the premises on Tuesday in case the house decided to fall over - me and Stan heading to my sister's basement right from work, mom and Roxie down to Camp Killington - but Mom decided to live dangerously and she stayed until Wednesday. The demo was too exciting to miss. We have this photographic record because she stayed - I was too nervous to watch and only caught live action at the very beginning. Mom did have a couple minor heart attacks, one on Monday and one on Tuesday morning, when the house shook so hard she thought she and Roxie (and the electrician the first time it happened) were goners.
Here are two full days of destruction, with date stamps in the corner so you can see how quickly it happened. The first few are the ones I took before my nerves got the best of me and I went to work: