I found a mouse trapped in a smooth sided coleman cooler that has been stored in my kitchen. It couldn't get out. And with the hamster gone (RIP), I thought I could begin the big mouse roundup.
I caught it, then released it into Hammy's cage. It hid, afraid, behind Hammy's old straw hut.
The other mouse, if there's only one, began making a pile of noise as if in protest, rattling papers, swinging the chew that hangs from the drawer, always just out of sight, the audible mischief done, but no mice to be seen.
And I went to check up on it a few hours later, but it was still hiding I thought. And so I turned the cage upside-down, mussed in the sawdust, turned over the tropical hut, nothing.
It's escaped. I need to find an old aquarium, something without bars, these mice, they're nimble.