Mouse problem eliminated.
Unless you count finding a very alive and unconcerned mouse chewing one of Milo's wooden sticks on the bathroom floor, eventually sauntering off under Milo’s dresser (Aside: This used to be a small, cheap, but useful item of furniture, but see below.). In strategic terms, this proved to be a mistake for the mouse, since there was no way out except past me, looming at the opening. But it calculated its chances, charged me, leaped over the lip, and became invisible. Because mice can do that.
Or unless you count the one wandering casually in the back hall, which I somehow got to amble out the back door. Thereby putting it to the inconvenience of reentering the house by the adjacent basement door.
They are not clean, and they eat anything not in sealed boxes. I swear I would use snap traps, except I visualize that one time in a thousand where the mouse is not instantly dispatched, and can’t bear it. Instead, we are soft idiots and have tiny little have-a-heart traps. We discover the mice in them in the morning, bring them groggily to the graveyard about five minutes away, and then, as Nick says, race them home. It’s all completely useless, except to the cynical have-a-heart manufacturers.