Distribute marten: The tip of a chemist
In our farmhouse we had, as probably all farmhouse inhabitants, martens, who always had a big beetle party when we wanted to sleep.
My father Blessed, chemist by profession, advised me to put a little camphor into a fine stocking, to hang up the (lady) stocking above the dance floor of the marten and to wait in peace for the martens reaction. And where do I get camphor, I asked? I can arrange that for you, said my father, and a week later gave me a half-filled plastic bucket of camphor, which reminded me of the old, original, genuine Chinese department stores when I opened it. It smelled horrible even there Fighter.
Well, the plastic bucket practically still contains the same amount of camphor my father had given me back then. The little camphor that I hung about 20 years ago on the dance floor of our marten, worked wonders and very sustainable: The martens are gone since then, and there was never a dance festival - which we do not regret at all ...
