Mouse in The House

I was sitting on the potty with the door ajar (the light is busted) when a mouse walked by: "Hey little mousy!". She/he paused, looked up and scurried on. Why so far from the kitchen? Do mice keep suburban estates for quiet and repose? Maybe this was the tail-end of a long midnight adventure, a search for new and better nesting materials?

Could be a matter of temporary domestic discord, a bit of "fresh air", as it were. Maybe a colony is being established. After all, the noise in the kitchen has certainly picked up since my last bombing campaign.

This I'll never figure out: how they managed to remove the last box of poison I put under the stove- lock, stock and barrel . Do they have a Committee for the Public Safety, a properly funded environmental protection program?

Furthermore, to them spring-traps are something like a first class restaurant. And despite the "grand-central station" noise situation in the early morning, sustained rattling of pots and pans for instance, how come so few "tell-tale" signs? Maybe a new breed has evolved "higher intelligence"? Who knows whether this is possible?

Don't insult my love of dramatic instances by telling me to get a cat!