...Chestnut tree? There was one in my backyard when I was growing up. I hated that thing. Those things will tear a foot to shreds. Kind of like stomping on an angry porcupine. Leaves lots of tiny needles deep into the sole of your foot. Go right through the sole of the cheap tenny shoes that kids use to wear. I had to pick up the dang pods when they fell in the fall. Down here in Central Alabama, we would still be cutting the grass in the fall until first frost...usually in later November. I did not care for the chestnut part either. Some of the neighborhood kids, I played with, liked them. They had to pick up some of them to get the nuts and that meant less for me to pick up. Those things were of the devil. I finally got tired of it when I was about 12 and grabbed my best friend and his daddy's crosscut saw and took that big thing down. Parents did not fuss about it when they got home...hallelujah. One thing that tree was fantastic about, the lightening bugs loved it. There would be thousands of them on it at a certain time in the late summer/early fall. I could collect a coke bottle full of them. Enough to read by without a light at night.