at the top of the Albany Bulb like Wells’ Martian war-machines. This week the dumpsters are gone, filled no doubt with the grass house, the wood house and other familiar Bulb structures. Allegedly to allow for removal of homeless encampments, new 10-foot -wide dirt roads have been torn through the tall forests of fennel. Is this the beginning of the final taming of one of the East Bay’s last wild spots? The paintings done by the now-disbanded Sniff art collective are still there, but for how much longer?