Rodents and alcohol and me

I have learned to live with my unwanted rodent house guests. I don't like it, but I concede.
I try to remember to put my legumes in plastic containers and not to leave my laundry unattended for too many days lest I shall find holes where none were before.
I was amused--at first--when I discovered the gnawing of the cartons of soy juice I was stashing in my converted fridge.
All clean fun.
Till they got into my cheap wine which, like the milk and juice, comes in cartons.
And that is not funny. Not funny at all.
Because they, for some reason, start to gnaw holes further down from the top, leaving the carton to leak precious wine if it goes unnoticed.
And you wonder...do the rodents like the taste of wine ?
Do they first gnaw a hole in the top and then, because they really, really like the taste, gnaw a hole further down so they can get more of the super tasting stuff ?
I don't know. All I know is that they have caused the spillage of good, drinkable wine, and that is a no-no.
So now it is war. It is the righteous me against the destructive forces of some rodents who have found courage and bliss in my cheap wine.
And that won't do.
Cheap courage and bliss is for me only.
I pay for the stuff.