"You’ll know it when you see it," moaned the mistress of the mystery glory hole, her voice a warm, velvet whisper that lingered in my ear long after the phone call ended.
"This must be it," I thought, seeing a hole in a tree and immediately whipping out my peenar and sticking it in there, but LITTLE DID I KNOW this wasn't the glory hole, and instead a very rabid squirrel, taking offense to my trespass, shredded my peenar and ripped off my nuts to stash them away for winter :(