Mouse traps = half paralyzed mice = ICKKKYYY!!!
We got rid of our mouse problem when I called the Health Department about the Health Food Store behind our house. There hasn’t been any mice for the last six years.
Among my many panic-inducing fears - mice.
Our house was built in the 50’s and I can only conclude that they did not share my standards for insulation. We’ve had mice in the house for several years - I bet the Rottenchesters and Duffy are really excited now about their visit. 
I haven’t actually seen one in the house for some time but two years ago, Hans had ventured off on a business trip and the kids were in the basement when all of a sudden my son shrieks, “Mommy, mommy, there’s a mouse!”
I can’t actually bring myself to kill anything (even a mouse) so rather than a weapon, I grabbed protective gear for my bare feet - Hans’ Vogels. He’s 6’; I am 5’2.
I trudge down the stairs in his boots, fling a box at the scattering mouse and start screaming along with the kids. As the kids and I are screaming, Hans walks in the door, and panicked by the screams, runs downstairs, sees me in his boots, and starts howling with laughter.
We haven’t, BTW, had a mouse incident since then. The mice must talk amongst themselves and warned each other of the shrieking woman in size 12 Vogels.
“Mommy, does it really matter?” - Sumo toddler, age 3
Don’t worry you have done the right thing. Mr Jingles time was up. I’m sure he much happier in mousie heaven with his family.
…to know how many of our homes and barns they’ve successfully infiltrated!
For any of you rooting for Mr. Jingles, you’ll be pleased to know that while I sat at my computer yesterday, the mice were quite active in the walls, upstairs and downstairs.
I have two theories. Either they are dying a lingering death, or since we had 3 storms pass through, the mice share the same thunderstorm phobias of COTH’s JRT population.
I like mice, i like toads, and i had no problem with the big black rat when he was living under the porch. However, when i went into the pantry to see what the cat was into and found, instead, Mr Rat dining on dog food, that was it. He AINT moving in in the middle of summer. Miss Kitty stalked him for awhile but was put off when she realized he was almost her size. Mr Dog would have chased him, except that it was not a rabbit. Mr Rat retreated behind the washer and dryer. Mr Sprite tried to get him with various barbaric methods ( you dont want to know, but the simplest was the shotgun, LOL) to no avail. Amazingly Mr Rat was able to slip under the dryer and squeeze out, running straight past my baseball-bat wielding self, and into the bathroom where he is hiding out under the sink cabinet. So far he has consumer 3/4 box of decon (keeping bathroom door LOCKED) and hopefully will soon expire. unfortunately we wont know until he starts to smell. Ah well. I wish he would have stayed outside, i dont like being responsible for the deaths of helpless rodents. 
Which reminds me of the tale of the two mice in heaven that asked God if he could help them make their way around Heaven. They were so tired of scurrying. So God gave them roller skates. And they had a big time.
Sometime later God was strolling past Mr. Fat Cat, sitting with a big grin on his face. God asked why he looked so happy. The cat replied, “Many thanks for the Meals on Wheels.” 
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
I appear to have the ultimate mouse deli. The other day, I found all three of my cats looking intently at the ceiling. Listening closely, I too heard the little pitter pater of mousie feet and then very distinctive chewing noises. Of course, the cats were just a twitter, and were desperately trying to find a way up there.
It seems the last round of traps did not rid me of these dreaded kitchen cupboard raiders. The last chance encounter found me staring face to face with the little oinkers as I rolled the lazy susan around!
It now seems that the food in the kitchen has lost their interest because the house tastes much better!!! ACK!
