Had 'em last year. Frau Kukri noticed the signs first (nibbled fruit), so went out and bought the humane green li'l "here, mouse, eat me, and take some home to the missus and kids" cake-looking stuff.

No apparent reduction in population.

Next, she got the sticky-pad thingees, and caught a couple - but couldn't stand the noises (screams?) they made trying to extract themselves for hours.

Cue: the hubby, who disposes of the debris and gets a half-dozen old-fashioned neck-busters - baited with peanut butter.

That third night... *Snap!* "Ooh, ewww!" is the response.

Second *Snap!* = "Uuuuu, another one.".

Third, fourth, and subsequent *Snap!*'s got: "Heheh". Even a pacifist has her limits. :)

I left the corpses out all night as a message, then cleaned up at dawn, before Missus got her coffee.

No trouble so far this year. But Mrs. K has the rodent WMD's ready at hand under the sink, her squeamishness gone now.