I had a return of mice a few nights ago, so I set out traps and the glue board (yes, I hate the boards, but mice poop and nibbled on boxes are a bane). A few days ago, I heard something thrashing around and found a mouse not only stuck on a board, but had his/her foot caught in a trap.

I took it from the cupboard and put it in a bucket of water. Drowning is better than being caught on the glue board. And no, I am not going to buy olive oil and remove the sticky stuff from a mouse which I want gone from my house. In the last invasion, I caught at least a dozen of them in glue or standard traps.

There has been no evidence of another, so, I wonder--was this a loner who thought she/he had found paradise? Or was it a scout, reporting back to the clan? Are there mice out there saying to each other, "Ya know, Jim never did come back"?