Cathy, keep baiting. Every few years we get them in here. We hadn't had them in 3 or 4 years. Then when I came home from the nursing home, we had them. Hubby bought traps, baited and waited. 30 minutes later, snap. Checks, yep but he's not dead. Darn thing was caught by its nose. So he bagged and tossed. Sets 2 more. 5 minutes later, snap. Check, yep dead. Wait. 20 minutes later the trap inches from the other one with the dead one still in snaps and we have 3. Hubby resets traps and goes to bed. About 4 a m I hear 1. Next morning he bags and goes to work. Next night we get the last. Done.
And Deb is right. Mice are like a lot of other animals. In our case, the female came first then the bigger male. Then when others don't come back they start searching on their own, sort of. We could tell by body sizes and shaping which was which. I'm hoping no more for a few years. Moral at my house, "Don't pay rent? Dealth Penalty!"
That's a great whine and cheese story, Cathy.
No whine for me again. The day is too beautiful. But I will take some cheese. Everyone have a wonderful day.