@dappled_leaves, yes, I always pull it all off. It takes a few minutes. I don’t see the problem. (And I usually do find a few strands around the house in odd places, like caught in the folds of a drape, until about August. It affects me like a little whiff of pine scent and makes me smile: a belated holiday memory.)
@ibstubro, yes, I remember those accordion-folded strips. We were not allowed to toss but had to hang them singly, with care, each one vertical, not draped across branches, because they were, you know, icicles. My mother’s rules. When I grew up, I put them on my own tree in little clumps, and I even tossed a few toward the top. Take that, mother.
But the mylar ones never worked as well, and some portion of a package would just get hopelessly snarled and have to be thrown out.
When I was a youngster, our tree would go out back after New Year’s to become a snack bar for the birds. My father would put bread crusts on it and tie little strips of suet to the branches so birds could peck at them. It stood in the snow all the rest of the winter.
@Here2_4, that sounds kind of final.
@Earthbound_Misfit, the icicles, you mean, yes? Where are you?
@chyna, @marinelife, I always tried to catch them on the front end. I also left them off the lowest branches. Cats learned after a year or two just to ignore the whole tree business.
@ZEPHYRA, so glad you asked that.
@Hawaii_Jake, I don’t know if I can bring myself to pay those prices. People must have stockpiled them when they phased out, and I missed it because I’d laid in a supply a few years earlier.
So—one more violable tradition.