How many of you know that a tree trunk is a bole?
Vaguely and once upon a time.
How many of you still use that word?
Once upon a time, not in the last 20 years but will be using it first thing in the morning tomorrow. In our backyard is a problematic bole that is at present the bane of my husband's existence. It wouldn't budge. His latest failed attempt at its destruction is to drill holes in it and then filling up these holes with peanuts, hoping that our resident gazillion squirrels will furiously dig, burrow and render this bole into a pile of wood shavings while they try to take the peanuts out of the holes. Unfortunately, in this game, a Ph.D. holder has been outsmarted by the squirrel. They got the peanuts that they could from the holes without bothering those that they know they have to work at.