Or rather the Mouse takes the bread with peanut butter on it. After the mouse fiasco we set traps throughout the garage because I can still hear scurrying and rustling around every so often while I work. They're up to no good I just know it. So we go to check on the traps, all still the same except for one that they somehow mananged to get the bait out of without setting the darn thing off or getting caught. Scoundrels!