Pull-ups 14 [5]
On entering the garage to do the pull-ups, I came across the most unambiguous sign that I have mice: I saw a mouse. It was scampering along the base of the wall, then got to the corner and scooted vertically right up to the roof, with a couple of pauses. Pretty impressive. Now, it's not too surprising to see a mouse in the garage, which is porous enough that there's no realistic chance of keeping them out, short of ridding the neighborhood of them. And a mouse in the garage is not quite a mouse in the house. Nevertheless, I rounded up the old mousetrap that I remembered seeing out there and set it. In the morning it had been sprung, but had failed to catch Mr. Mousey. So I reset it, and we'll give it another try, hoping the intended victim hasn't developed an aversion.