When I was a very small kid, my dad cut down some large cedar trees and took them to a local sawmill. I must have been 5-6 and rode with him to the sawmill in our large farm truck. About 6 months later, we went to get the cut cedar boards and put them in the loft of a large hay barn that we had. There they sat and were forgotten about until about 10 years ago. At that time, my daughter was in high school and wanted to make a cedar chest in her high school wood class. We got the boards down from the barn, blew the thick layers of dust off of them and she took them to the instructor at the wood shop. This wood was all (what I call) "rough cut", plenty thick and had to be planed down at the high school shop to get proper thickness. Some of he boards had some wood bee holes in them, and as they ran them through the planer, some of the wood bees got vibrated out and fell on the floor. It was the time of year when I guess it was cool and they were hibernating. They were quickly stepped on by the students.
Growing up, we had a large wooden corn crib that wood bees loved to attack. They were quickly hit with starting fluid to save the integrity of the building.
Growing up, we had a large wooden corn crib that wood bees loved to attack. They were quickly hit with starting fluid to save the integrity of the building.