A moose in the hoose

We appear to have a mouse. Hopefully not for long; I bought a couple of traps and some Mouse Treats. That's a bizarre name for a product designed to kill the bugger.

Of course, SD wants to catch it and release it. I remind her of when Lisa Simpson released a fish into the sea only to see it swimming happily before being eaten by a bigger fish.

Apparently it's okay if once released it gets picked up by an owl or something, squeezed by sharp claws, terrified as it's lifted high up in the air shortly before being ripped apart for a meal.