*slurp*

When I discovered I had mice, I quit cooking. I eat badly when I don't cook (and I spend a lot more money buying lunch). Fortunately, I got tired of eating badly. I haven't seen any signs of mice in two days, and tomorrow is trash day anyway, so ensued tofu and mushrooms and cabbage and rice noodles. I feel a lot better.

About the only thing to be said for having mice is, it keeps the elephants out of the cold cuts (and anybody who knows where that idea came from gets some major brownie points).