I thought I was done, but my brain has its own mind.
enter invasive thoughts
I've never been to a bonsai show. Never visited a "bonsai nursery." I don't even have any bonsai trees (yet), unless you go by the bare naked definition of a tree in a pot. My location in the desert is very isolated, but I've fallen in love with the art. So I can sympathize with Mr. Doyle. I can understand (as we all can) losing something I've put my passion, time, effort, and vision into. I wouldn't die for a tree as I would for a human. But I would certainly be devastated to lose 20 years of work!
How do we find the culprit(s)? We are many; isn't there something we can do to get this tree back? I want answers, dagnabbit!