There’s a mouse in my house and he had the gall and impressive dexterity to lick the peanut butter from the trap I’d set without springing it. So I brought in the big guns and borrowed Paddington the Cat tonight from his mistress, Kelly. We’ll see if he can get the job done. . .with extreme prejudice.
Postscript: Although I have located no mouse carcass, I believe Paddington scared away the mouse. At least for a while. Paddy definitely knew there was a mouse afoot; I caught him at times crouching and staring intently into the crevice between my kitchen counter and wall where I’d imagined a mouse might hide.
