Appears that we have mice again in the house. They chewed up some bread the other day and last night made war on some toilet paper stored in the upstairs bathroom. Galadriel has been on the prowl most nights, which is never a good sign. Generally, she sleeps near my feet.
Dug out the old mousetraps and set them in the kitchen and the bathroom but unfortunately nothing came true.
But last night, after the toilet paper escapade, I set one in the bathroom cabinet. Less than an hour later, I had one. Whee!.
Traps are reset. Fingers are crossed.