We got out the tools and began taking it down, piece by piece. We had to be very careful to get all of the nails out - some of them were so rusted they looked like they had been in there for 100 years!
Chris was quite a sport - working, despite his sprained wrist. The boys were troopers, working for 3 hours and helping us haul all of the boards out to the street. They fought over the sledgehammer, but in general were very helpful.
I felt kind of bad, because we're taking away the anole's habitat. They love hanging out on the fence.
Our final pile was pretty large.
We're hoping they'll haul it away with the trash on Thursday. We were amazed to see how much the wood had rotted underground. Florida weather is fierce to anything wood.
The last thing we had to do was pull up the stakes. As you can see, it was a rather deep hole. The holes are still there. We'll have to fill them in later to avoid any sprained ankles. Here's a final picture WITHOUT any fence. The boys are now free to run, for better or for worse.