Remember how sure I was that the mice were on the run? How boastful I was? "Ha," said Fate. "I shall teach you to believe you have dominion over your world, or the ecosystem therein."
Last night, right after I finished that last post, I walked into the kitchen and saw a mouse skitter behind the stove. So I laid a trap for it and went to bed.
I woke up this morning to retrieve the trap before the boys got up ... and it was gone.
It appears the mice have merely been laying low, training in their underground bodybuilding center and using mousetraps in their Pilates sessions. We must now cope with a new enemy, a breed of Mouseneggers who might start making off with whole cantaloupes. From the fridge.