Mice love grain. One of the factors I didn't think about when I went all grain The rat bastards are everywhere in my garage now. When I brew, I see at least one. One of the rat bastards decided to declare war today. I picked up some plants to move them outside, and one rat bastard tried to run up my arm I dropped it and shrieked like an 8 year old school girl.
This means war....
This means war....