"Hrum, hroom" intoned Fangorn after he realized no longer could he put off a visit to the arborist. That sliver in his root had become somewhat of an annoyance - it was time to address the issue. After all, it had been 40 years...
After some deliberation, the arborist decided an infusion of elder root was necessary prior to removal. And so, Fangorn remained in place receiving the necessary draught of wellness that would allow the excision of the irritating mite. He waits, even now, with the patience only an Ent can display, for the last drops of efficacy to seep out. Who knows? You may find him long gone, with the quickness of a sapling...
However, if he is still there - please ensure you return the container exactly as you find it!