So, this mouse obviously thinks it is the evil king of my house or something. So far, it has managed to elude my traps. There have been no sightings. I am not giving up. No mouse shall live in my house. While I was hoping to be able to provide you with photographic proof of my victory in the form of a mouse in a trap (or my daughter suggested we cut off its head and mount it on a toothpick outside our front door as a warning to all other mice) fear not: this mouse's days are numbered. I am the king of my house. No mouse shall usurp the throne. Stay tuned. Moving traps to better locations today.
