You would think the embarassment of a mouse at my dinner party would have prompted an immediate response, but for someone with my considerable powers of procrastination, a reminder was required.
While sitting at the kitchen table with my older son tonight, I saw a mouse run between the dishwasher and the stove. If the mice do this in a lit room with people in it, I can only imagine what is happening after dark.
Once the kids were in bed, I broke out the steel wool and expanding foam, plugging the openings under the cabinet toe kick and beneath the sink. I also set a snap trap behind the stove. If those mice like peanut butter half as much as I do, this little rodent episode will be behind me in no time.