Now they're just screwing with me. I checked the traps and found the furry little bastards took my peanut butter bait from one of the snap traps. Last I checked, I am still not running a bed & breakfast for rodents!
Based on comments from my previous post about the mouse (mice?) in my house I was going to be civil and put some food on the sticky-trap, along with a Sudoku puzzle to keep 'em fed and entertained while waiting for the hammer. Now I'm just going to use a bigger hammer.
They keep this up and I'm going to re-watch the end of Fargo to get some more ideas on how to best handle this little problem.
Don't make me go all Peter Stormare / Steve Buscemi on your asses, mice! (Fargo reference)
If it makes you feel better, pretend I'm talking about this Hammer: