You hear it before you see it. The scratching, the skittering, the sickening proof something is alive inside your walls. Every night, the sounds get louder. Every morning, the droppings prove you’re losing. You’ve tried traps. You’re scared of poisons. But sitting quietly in your pantry is a weapon they never expected. One cheap ingredient, a little sugar, and the infes… Continues…
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