Eeks of Shrieks

Autumn tumbles down upon my home with sinister chills that precede the invasion of the mouse brigade, come to cause me eeks of shrieks while they scamper in rodent glory across the kitchen floor. There have been but two rodent scouts sent into my abode but I fear more, masses of them, since breeding conditions have been "bello!" and "perfecto!" for them. These squeaky foes are fought in witch-like ways, leaving cotton balls dipped in peppermint oil about to cast the demons out; hey, it is Halloween season so I can enjoy imagining I hunt traditional vampires with garlic gloves.