Recently I made yet another hutch for my daughter's increasing herd of guinea pigs. Not breeding, she just takes them off the hands of rescue folk & disinterested owners. I admire her for that, for saving creatures that would otherwise probably have been topped or abandoned. Also the creatures give her, and her young daughter, great pleasure and solace. I think her little herd is now approaching 20 in total, although that changes almost weekly.
Daughter asked me what wood it was made from. Plywood says I. I've never heard of a plywood tree says daughter. I try to explain what plywood is. Falls on deaf ears. Casting pearls before swine springs to mind. Of course I would never call her a swine.
Problem is that she is in her early 30's, well educated, has two MA's and is going for a doctorate. Where did I go wrong? On reflection, perhaps not too far. Who wants to know what plywood is, except old gits like me. It just does the job.
Sorry to bother you, I'll just find my hat & coat. Nick.