About cheeky mice... A few years back, me & better half saw one in the appartment. Cue the militarized response, traps, poison, glue... no luck. This was becoming a bother. One very late saturday night after a fair bit too much drinking/eating/talking, time to crash, only to be woken up by that idiot playing at being a mice in bed. Not fun ! I'm tired and not in the mood.
A bit less tired and more in the mood in the morning... "Honey, your mouse imitation tonight was lousy and not a propos... vengeance will be served very cold !"
Major freak out at the breakfast table. Turns out... the real mouse had climbed into bed with us and was trekking on top of the covers.
Thankfully, it was not on a mission to avenge the one that had gotten in my riding boots back hen I was a teen, and that I squeeshed inside the boot with my socked foot. Yuck.