Out of the Woodwork: Woodshop Pest Control

One man’s trick to keeping his lumberyard’s small mammal population in check.
By Peter Sieling
Page: 96

From the August 2005 issue #149
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When customers visit my lumberyard with unruly children, I have a delicate job maintaining safety without offending the parent. Dr. David Randall, a psychologist, needed some curly maple for a Queen Anne lowboy. He brought his 6-year-old son, Webster. As David unrolled his plans, Webster sprung onto the oak pile.

“No, Webster. Don’t climb on the lumber,” he explained patiently. “You might fall and hurt yourself. Come help me show these plans to Mr. Sieling.” Webster leaped off the oak, crashed on the concrete floor and began to howl. David knelt and comforted him. Webster pulled away, picked up a handful of sawdust and threw it into the air. David opened his plans. Webster found a piece of scrap wood and began to beat the table saw blade. He found the bell-like tone enchanting. “He is very musical,” David explained. “He has an excellent sense of rhythm and tone.” I cranked the blade below the table.

From the August 2005 issue #149
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