Three of my friends built tree houses for their children.
One (and maybe two) are minor death traps, but still. These men designed and built things with wood and nails.
I can’t tell you how impossible that sounds to me.
My daughter wants a tree house. Knowing that I have twice asked a friend to fix lamp only to find that it needed a new bulb, she is saving her money for one rather than asking me to build one, which makes a lot of sense and also hurts my feelings.
Tree houses are one thing. Spacecraft simulators like the one this man built for his sons are an entirely different thing.
He sucks. I hate him.