We seem to have won the initial ground war against the mice, and have moved into the insurgency phase.
Strategically-placed traps have been picking off the few remaining troops, who appear only intermittently at best. Their "calling cards" of poop trails have diminished to the rare sprinkling. When found, we simply place an unmissable trap that will reliably nail them on their next foray through what they'd thought to be a safe pathway.
Their outposts are isolated and few ... their morale broken ... we presume they will move elsewhere in search of less hostile environs.
The little bastards.
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