In one of my previous jobs, our main office was located out in the boonies, surrounded by miles and miles of corn fields. All was good till winter time. The field mice that were once content to live in the corn fields decided to seek warmth and shelter in our office buildings. The little critters went after a colleague’s jar of PB, my bottle of echinacea and numerous other edibles in drawers and the kitchen area. Nothing was spared. The final straw came when they went after the boss’s stash of pistachios. Traps were set…and the problem was mitigated.