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Y’all are ten minutes too late to join the Great Laundry Room Possum Rodeo. Thanks to the cool head of my husband, a strategically wielded garden tool or two, and a laundry basket barricade to prevent a stampede through the kitchen doorway, Miz Possum trundled her rat-tail hindquarters out the door and conveniently jumped into the garage wastebasket, making disposal slightly less messy. Honorable mention goes to Minnie the Watch-Cat who fished us out from the back bedroom announcing that her territory had been invaded.

After all that, I was too worn out for anything but bagged tea.

This box was originally going to be part of a themed birthday present for a friend, then I changed themes. For a hibiscus hater’s household, it’s getting consumed faster than expected. I think that’s largely because lemon is supposed to be tart—you know what’s coming instead of being surprised by the pucker. The orange peel and chicory keep it from being painfully sour and add a little dimension.

And while there’s probably only a nominal amount of Vitamin C from the hibiscus, I’ll take whatever immune boosting I can get. People at work are dropping like flies with early flu.