Years ago I asked my husband--I think we were still dating--what it was about guys and destroying stuff. We were talking about smashing mailboxes and Bill (who has never smashed a mail box) said, "Oh don't you get it there's something beautiful about watching something explode." Um, actually I didn't get it, but maybe after this weekend I do.
Saturday afternoon I looked out the window and saw the shed had no wall.
A few minutes later I looked out John and Will were on the roof. John with an axe and Will with a hammer. A couple hours later and this is all that was left. It was beautiful.