Luck is sometimes bad.
That was our draw one year with our motorhome. It had been stored in the same cow shed for the previous five winters with no mouse problems. The fabric softener sheets worked!
Then, disaster. In the spring when I went out to bring 'er home, the smell when I opened the door took my breath away. That winter the softner sheets had not worked. Generations of mice had moved in and burrowed into the furniture. Sofa stuffing was all over the place. And the cabinets, which had been emptied and cleaned for storage, were packed to the very tops with soybeans. Opening the cabinets was like looking into a box of cereal.
That summer was the last hurrah for the GMC. After lots of elbow grease I could drive it without watering eyes. It went to Iola one last time, but that was it. My family drew the line. The motorhome "hit the road." Mouse kill.
Now, for the Model A's, I am back to moth balls -- plus those poison bars from Farm and Fleet. It's not unusual cruelty. It's payback.