I'd rather not have a mouse wandering around our kitchen all night, especially given "his" habit of crapping everywhere, but I'm dismayed to find myself trying to kill him in some rather gruesome ways: glue traps, an updated version of the old neck-snapping spring trap, and, worst of all, some poison that contains bromethalin, a chemical which causes brain swelling, convulsions, paralysis, and death.
I put out the poison yesterday around this time. By 2:30 a.m. many had already been moved around (I checked then), so I'm guessing the mouse ate some of them overnight. Thinking of him convulsing to death in some cold crawlspace makes me feel bad, especially since he was so cute when he was outside, traipsing across the patio. Shannon even called him "Mousey Friend." Then he came in from the cold, and soon (I hope) he'll be dead.