Then we loaded it into the car. Or, rather, we TRIED to load it into the car.
No matter what we did, it wouldn't fit. So we had to call my dad so he could bring the truck. And we waited. And reenacted the event so I could have pictures for the blog post.
And then Dad arrived (my hero!) and he and Zack loaded the tree into the truck.
We may never be able to ever get rid of this tree, because now our tree has a story. Also, as my brother pointed out, because it is impossible to move.