Spring in North Carolina. Just busting out. There’s a wild profusion of life. Wonder, awe, and…. ….the pitter-patter of tiny, furry feet, wildly celebrating at night in my plentiful kitchen. But I’m not celebrating with them. At all. Their teeny-tiny, dark, rice-sized, gifts left as gratitude for my kitchen’s nightly open house are NOT a welcome precursor to making my French Press coffee in the morning. The aroma of dark roasted, chocolate-infused, organic coffee beans, freshly ground? Gone to hell!
Chastised by your mouse compassion. Happily mouse free, but don't let the squirrels in.
i will give the peppermint oil a try!