So he's not going to let me set a trap, is he?

We have mouse!

Scuttle scuttle scuttle across my foot and it went behind the bookcase. Then scuttle scuttle scuttle and it scurried out the door onto the balcony. Whereupon Geekman spent the next half hour searching for it, because "it might freeze to death out there all night".

Ahem. It's a mouse. Wild animal, welcome to the outdoors. Outdoors, meet wild animal. And it's summer. Not to mention, what's he going to do if he finds it, give it a warming cuddle and keep it by the toaster?