or perhaps it was the same mouse - perhaps a super mouse that ate the poison we put out and didn't die?
This one emerged from under the sofa as I was settling in to watch some Saturday night telly. I didn't scream, but I did give a little yelp before leaping up and hot footing it to my room for the rest of the night. Not that I was able to sleep for fear of small brown rodents accosting me.
The new bait is laid, and if I see the little blighter again I'm kidnapping one of my aunts cats for protection.