Yes, didn't you hear my blood-curdling scream all the way across highway 116? So far, only about 6-8 roses have to be moved in order to send a camera through the leach lines to check for roots, but if the lines are hopelessly clogged, I might have to move as many as 500 roses. They would have to bring in a backhoe, so everything on both sides of the long pathway from the street would have to be moved, not to mention everything currently planted above the lines. The roses probably would survive, but Rhododendrons hate being moved and there are three big ones near that pathway. Sections of the fence would also have to be removed. It's a hideous prospect. I also can't help feeling I'm being conned. I really don't trust men.
In the meantime, Jose (I trust him, of course) is finishing up the sunroom and solarium roofs and is repairing all of the havoc Tiger and Frodo wreaked in the solarium. No more cats in there! Ever!!! They broke everything that was breakable, including a $500 lamp, knocked the screens out of most of the windows, and used the rug, the furniture, and the stair posts as scratching pads, and they're not even supposed to be my cats. Now I want my room back. Ironically, I originally added that room and the library onto the house as cat-free havens and filled them with everything I wanted to keep safe from rambunctious and spraying cats.