This means War!

 My home has been invaded by a plague of mice, who are eating my books.  This means War!  I've had the exterminator in, and every corner is abristle with alluring poisons, springed peanut butter, and peppermint oil.  I am sorry, gentler folk.  Wee, sleekit, tim'rous, cow'ring beasties who saw-edge my first editions and chew the fringes of my heirloom carpet get no mercy from me.

Nine