Two mice in the kitchen last night. Four traps were set. One dead mouse this morning. One mouse in packet of pasta this evening. Lucky mouse, squeamish me couldn't kill him (her?) and he got released outside near Prinsengracht canal.
I suppose he'll be back tomorrow evening. Better put the pasta away.
I feel very tempted to say one mousetrap is still going after 55 years but this one only lasted 11 minutes. Too corny, so I won't.