I'm afraid I had to go on another freedom ride tonight. This mouse was pissed off about being stuck in the cube. He demanded to see the concierge and the management. Since I am both, I just told him his stay was over at the Cheezits Arms Hotel and took him for a ride.
He's singing the praises over at the corner church with the furry varmint from last night. They have no idea how lucky they are that I am the non-violent sort.
These meeses continue to fall for my mousie cube trap. There's nothing edible in the pantry now that they can get to. I'm only leaving cans in there so they will be out of luck. I drop a few cheezits into the mouse cube and they hop right in. Mmmmm... cheeeeeezits....
Pretty soon I'll be embarrassed to confess when I catch one. A mouse or two is ok, but a mousie brigade is not. When we approach brigade status, I'll shut up about it.
Actually, I think I am going to have the exterminator out and just bite the bullet and do the thing. I am tired of fighting it one mouse at a time.