LOL... that country-fied talk reminds me of when my buddy took me to his grandparents farm in North Carolina. His grandpa chewed tobacco and had yellow "terbacky" stains on his lower lip. He made Coo-Coo Clocks for a living, and he was walking me through a barn showing me all the different kinds of exotic woods that he used. I saw a funny looking stack of wood that had wiggly lines in it.
I asked him, "Hey, What kind of wood is that?
Gramps : Ats'Swarmy wood. (spits brown juice)
Me: Swarmy wood? What's Swarmy wood?
Gramps: You know. 'Sgot warms in it. They kinda burrow inta it.
Me: Oh.