we found a mouse in the house. a little mouse, a house mouse. i did nothing about it the first day, but with the newborn and all, she went and bought glue traps, snap traps. she set them on the kitchen floor with little pieces of cheese, straight out of the cartoons. a trap snapped within the hour. couldn’t even tell what was sticking out of the trap, whether it was its hind legs or torso but it didn’t twitch or anything, so it was dead. turned a plastic bag inside out and i scooped it up like dog poop. but the very same night we caught sight of the tail of another. there had been two, so the wife breaks out the glue traps and i placed where we had seen it. i finally read up on it and it turns out that peanut butter was the way to go, not the salami i had replaced the cheese with. so i dab it here and there and set the snap traps by the glue ones. an hour later there was the other one, stuck on its side, moving its head as it saw me approach. turn another bag inside out and scooped it up, still twitching. i tied the bag, then slammed it on the granite counter. it didn’t move after that.