It may be time to concede that we have not a mouse problem but mice trouble.
I cleared out the floor of our bedroom closet to vacuum yesterday (with my new vacuum cleaner! I can’t get enough of it! I’ve been a vacuuming fool!), and I discovered their portal. The mouse guy the apartment complex sent over last week figured they had just sauntered in the front door, which was hung askew and had a giant gap under one said. Au contraire, mouse guy. The little pests ate their way through the wall.
The mouse guy had left some glue traps (which have yet to trap anything) around the kitchen and pantry, so I moved one into the closet, right in front of the hole. But it appears that our mice have their very own set of Mousekatools. The glue trap had been pushed aside when I checked it this morning, and there were fresh mousekadroppings leading away from the hole. (At least I’ll get to vacuum again, eh?)