Bloody rats! He'd have to figure out a new way to deter them. And soon, by the looks of it...

Sean peered into the compost bin. Last weekend's tea remnants still littered the top of the pile: soggy, wilted bits, completely drained of their energy and essence. He thought angrily of all the fools in the world who wasted good money to have their tea leaves divined, and slammed the bin lid back down.

At least now his garden would be happy. But Sean wouldn't -- because the man who'd drunk that tea had left, and was never coming back.