There's a mouse in my kitchen, and it's mocking me.

[DebW]

I just figure I can live with a few mice. Since I'm not fastidiously clean and may leave dirty dishes out over night, the mice have food and I deal with them. When they get brazen enough to run around in broad daylight, then I do a better job of cleaning and storing food. Luckily, no sign of mice yet in my new apartment.

[OakLeaf]

Trouble with "living with them" is that they're there for shelter, and they will go everywhere.

They don't distinguish between your good, expensive clothes, your irreplaceable souvenir T-shirts, or the painting clothes that they're welcome to, when they decide to shred things for their nests.

I'm not squeamish, but when I find droppings in my silverware drawer, I'm going to wash the whole lot, and doing it every day gets old (and wasteful).

And the one time when one ran across my face while I was sleeping really freaked me out.

Thankfully, I don't live in an area where hantavirus is prevalent. But in some areas of the US, mouse infestations can be deadly to humans. I've known people (granted, in a depressed rural area) for whom it was more economical to burn their house down than to try to sanitize it.

If anyone has figured out how to keep them from eating the wiring in your car/motorcycle (which sometimes just means a couple of hours soldering, and sometimes - especially on the Prius - means a tow and $500 at the dealership)...