2 days now since the last mouse was relocated, the children have gone home to their mothers. It's probably too early to say, from the corners of my eyes I still catch little movements, phantoms of the mice that have gone into the great outdoors, but no traps have been sprung. There have been no rustlings from the garbage, no scrapings from the walls, no chewing from the cupboards, I think that may be it.
The house is as quiet as the grave.
I will post later, there is much to write about tonight, but it will take me some hours to gather and organize my thoughts.