I was in mouse denial once, until ONE CLIMBED ON ME WHEN I WAS SLEEPING. This was between cats, however.

I totally totally am.

I could send Cortez (aka The Killer) up for a few days. But then you'd ... have to watch him eat them, most likely.

Devi'd play with it to death. And then bring to you to re-animate.

Yeah, that was what prompted me to go from humane to lethal methods too, Sophia.

If only leaving one of their corpses out on display would serve as a similar deterrent to noisy drunken fratboys...

I was in mouse denial once, until ONE CLIMBED ON ME WHEN I WAS SLEEPING. This was between cats, however.

OH GOOD LORD.

Victor traps. Bait with peanut butter. Put them between the wall and the appliances. Mice tend to run along walls and objects...somewhere they can keep close to. So that's the optimal place to put traps.

Mice harbor things. Fleas, ticks, etc. And they're crapping somewhere in your house so that's another reason you don't want them. Rodents are famous for the ease with which they reproduce. So while you think you're only seeing one, it's almost guaranteed there are more.

I've used a broom to sweep a Victor trap directly into a dustpan to throw it away. I've also put gloves on and dealt with it that way. But as gross as it is dealing with dead mice in traps, it's worse living with live ones.

I learned why my cat sometimes randomly meows toward the fridge and thereabouts -- a mouse running from under the fridge to under the stove! BOOO.

Ahahahaha! Our cats did the same thing, and we were clueless as to the reason for their insane behavior for MONTHS.

We have since caught 2 mice in this ungodly contraption The Boy built, which consists of an empty paper-towel tube on the edge of the stove, with peanut butter* at the end of the tube, so that when the mouse runs in, the tube tips over and deposits the mouse into a trash can (with a soft bed of shredded newspaper, no lie). And then we take the mouse out and drive it to the park to release it, no lie.

I was actually releasing a mouse when amych was in town for the fencing competition. She called me and I told her I was in the process of driving a mouse to the park, which I'm guessing is quite possibly the last thing she expected to hear.

*(Our joke is that my own love of peanut butter is so great that one night *I* am going to get caught by the trap. But at least I'll have a soft bed of shredded newspaper to land on.)

Somehow, I feel that mice in an actual house is OK, but when you are in an apartment, it is NO GO!

The only time I had mice was when the apartment under me was vacant.

I actually feel better because I'm in an apartment -- I know I can't single-handedly clear them from the building, but maybe they will avoid my apartment? Or at least stay low, because I am on the top floor, and my food is up high...

mice inside anything but a barn or a Beverly Cleary book is NOT ON!