I saw a mouse in my kitchen this morning. It scurried from there to under our bear claw table and I lost sight of it. Tilly the cat seemed more traumatized than I was. And while I've gotten some well meaning advice, it doesn't help my trauma. I can't stand the thought of a mouse -- or two -- running around the house. If it were the basement, I'd be less freaked. But the kitchen is a foyer and hallway away from our bedroom. I'm not sure I'll sleep tonight.