ok I got a story too! I lived with my Grannie growing up and she kept a passel of cats outside so never really had mice problems. Dh and I got married and lived in this dinky OLD little trailer. One day I was sitting in the kitchen and I kept hearing this squeak. I thought the dog had gotten another rooster from a neighbors who raised cocks. I went to move the curtain back to look out and there on the top of the chair...the one I was JUST sitting in! was a mouse! Now dh had just gotten one of those co2 bb guns and had left it on the counter......Imagine his surprise when he hears me screaming bloody murder, runs in the trailer, and there I am ON the kitchen table (cause the mouse couldn't run up my leg as easily there ya know) SHOOTING the bb gun at the long gone mouse! The first thing I did when I got off that table was head to my Grannie's and "borrow" a cat!