I never stack firewood, or any other wood for that matter, near the house. Termites, rats, mice, black widows, scorpions and a bunch of other creepy crawlies find that sort of thing irresistibly enticing.
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘...Holy Crap ...What a ride!'
