I haven't mentioned anything about mice lately and that's because I didn't want to jinx myself by doing a victory dance too early. But I think now it's relatively safe to say that I have beaten the mice. I've stood toe to toe and eyeball to eyeball with the mice for several weeks and fought tooth and claw against their greater numbers, superior intellect and still emerged victorious.
I have to admit there were times, very bad times, when I became disheartened and almost succumbed to the agony of defeat, after all I was badly outnumbered and early on was losing territory, and sleep, almost daily. I had my back to the wall and my bridges were all burned, and I knew deep inside that I had to win because I had no place else to live. So it was sheer desperation that caused me to fight on. Night after night of sleep was lost but mouse after mouse met his maker [ I think that would be Walt Disney ], until finally not a Scurry could be heard and not a dropping could be found and the sound of a trap springing shut in the middle of the night was but a distant memory.
It's over now, at least I pray it's over. The nights are peaceful and quiet and I can put my silverware back in the drawer. But there are scars, psychological scars and they may never heal. But I feel it's made me stronger than I was before and not only stronger but better able to handle any other home invasions that takes place in the future, but I don't think I'll ever be able to visit Disney World again.