I used to know a guy who lived in a little house along a canal on the south shore of Long Island. He had a lot of mice. He also smoked a lot of pot. When he was cleaning his pot, he used to leave it out in the lid of a box — like the lid to a shoe box. He would sift the seeds to one side and put the smoke-worthy stuff on the other side.
After a while, he began to notice when he got up in the morning, the seeds were gone. The mice had come and eaten them. All of them. Eventually, he stopped cleaning the pot and just left it there. The mice did an amazing job, taking every single seed and most of the twigs, too.
The most relaxed mice ever seen. Friendly in a sleepy way. One day, he opened his dresser and there was a whole family of mice sleeping soundly in his underwear. They didn’t run away or try to hide. All they wanted were more marijuana seeds.
After a while, he began to notice that a lot of mice were missing a leg or their tail … or an eye. Mice fight to kill, so body parts were going missing at an alarming rate. Apparently a diet made up of predominantly hemp seed was increasing their territoriality.
We therefore concluded a life lived entirely on hemp seed might not be the best choice for a rodent’s diet. Given the high casualty rate among his rodent clan, he decided it was time to call in the pest controllers and have them remove the mouse population.
He also stopped leaving his stashes for the mice to eat.