Dear Mr Mouse,
I put up with your scratchings. I put up with your nibblings. I even jollied my daughter along when she complained that you were keeping her awake all night with your excavations. True, my patience was sorely tried when you gnawed your way through the fresh plaster on my bedroom wall.
But this time you have gone TOO FAR!
Exhibit A: two skeins of Fyberspates hand-dyed Echo-Self-Striping BFL. YOU CHEWED through the cardboard box and then through the Zip-lok bag! Covered my wool in mouse-spit! My best, "saving it for special Christmas socks" yarn!
Why couldn't you have chosen the cheap wool/nylon mixes?
I note that you sampled my American "permanently moth-proofed" sportweight and found it too bitter. You are clearly a rodent of discerning taste.
I hope you enjoy the meal we have had delivered, specially for you.