So I have never heard the hubs scream quite like that, but I suppose anyone would when you find a LIVE MOUSE IN YOUR GYM BAG. After careful investigation, it was determined that the mouse was most interested in the trail mix as a food source. I am not sure how he sniffed that out over the gym bag smell, but I have underestimated them before. The next question, I know, is why does one have trail mix in their gym bag. Even worse, neither of us knew where the mouse ran off to. Hopefully not my nice shoe collection.
We had left some of the cabinets open in the house to ensure the pipes stayed warm enough, and we discovered new weaknesses in the fortress. We handily spent another several hours of our lives filling every possible point of entry into the house. Our teamwork to blindly fill the hole behind the dishwasher was a true testament to marriage. I also learned that apparently, the mice are partial to peanut butter cups, and their preferred location for eating them is behind the dishwasher. Well, that shit is solved.
Mice - 2, Me - 0. Well played.