"Meeska Mooska Mickey Mouse!"

We have a mouse problem and it's not one that I can fix by changing the channel.  I wish it were Mickey Mouse, that would be a much easier problem to solve, but unfortunately the small furry grey creatures we are trying to exterminate are not as loveable!!  And it has me pondering why in the world a cartoonist chose to animate and personify such a pesky and disgusting nuisance.
A short time ago, we noticed evidence of our house guests in the garage. Although we were bothered by their presence we were not terribly concerned, because our garage door is consistently left open while the kids play.  We figured the mice were likely foraging guests, not permanent ones, that is until they found their way to the chocolate.  It turns out that chocolate is an aphrodisiac for mice, imagine that.... they have the same weakness I do!  And once they discovered my stash I, of course, declared war.  You don't break into a pregnant lady's chocolate and expect to get away with it! 
Our current body count is three.  One for the mouse trap, one for Brandon and his skinned up knee and one for Mazie, the fastest mouser east of the Mississippi.  I am appalled that we have actually caught that many and worried that there is likely a nest of them under our home.  So now it is time to call out the big guns.  We have an exterminator coming tomorrow with the guarantee of getting rid of our current pesky residents. ( Don't worry, I will make sure that Ian is not in the way, as he can sometimes be confused for such a resident.)  I would have had pest control out last week if I could have had my pick of days, but hopefully tomorrow is the beginning of the end and I will no longer feel like Jack Sparrow wondering "But why is the rum chocolate gone?!"