I got three mice that first night and four more the next. Every morning, my lines would yield more of the small gray intruders - either I'd hit the number one mouse hangout of the household or Rae had a lot more mice than we thought. Either way, I couldn't help but notice that you can tell a lot about a mouse's personality as you empty it from a trap. You have to admire a mouse that fast - I'd gladly pay a dollop of peanut butter to see him pull it off. And there are a fair number of traps that are licked clean but not sprung.
Victors are like that.
But the strangest tableau noir by far had to be my double-shot. Two mice with one trap, each coming in diagonally from one of the lower corners.