Mice suffer crushing defeat in early season sneak-attack

Mice like my house because it's 60 years old. Typically, in the late fall, I'll hear them crawling through the crawl space between the basement and main floor...then I'll set a few traps, snag 4-6 of them and BAM, it's over for the season.

But this year, the mice got cocky; they sent a suicide mouser to taunt me and let me know they were ready for battle.

I had a really shitty day today. When I got home, I just wanted to have a few drinks, eat some comfort food, and watch a movie.

10 minutes into my movie, something catches my eye....it's a freaking mouse crawling across my window sill like he owns the joint. He sees me looking at him and promptly crawls UP into the wood blinds.

I frantically stand up, yelling for my cat, "Sylvester, where the f**k are you?!!". I run downstairs to find him passed out in my underwear drawer (as usual). I pick him up bring him upstairs, set him in front of the wood blinds, and start poking at the blinds, waiting for a mouse to fall out for him to capture and devour...NOTHIN. Mouse has disappeared.

At this point, I'm freaked out...so I rush to Home Depot to pick up my seasonal arsenal...

So I get home, unpack my new weapons of mouse destruction...hehe, I just made that up, "mouse destruction"...kinda sounds like mass destruction, ya know? Ok, nevermind.

Aaaaaaaaanyhooo.....I go to find Sylvester assuming he's passed out again in my underwear drawer, but he's actually made himself useful while I'm gone because I find him actively clawing under the closet door in my office..which is in the vicinity of the last mouse sighting.

I open the door and let Sylvester in....he's got his radar on something for sure. He's in "the zone" and something has really got his attention. Here's a pic...

Okay.....IT IS ON!!! I begin removing stuff from the closet. I remove the computer, nothin'. I remove the top monitor, nothin'. I remove the bottom monitor and BAM a little brown body goes flyin' across the floor and into the living room.

Sylvester, being the retard that he is, doesn't see the mouse run away so he thinks it's still in the office. So I pick him up and bring him into the living room. I place him next to the couches where I think the mouse is....I overturn the mouse and BINGO, there he is...he quickly scampers underneath the OTHER couch.

Of course, Sylvester thinks the mouse went back to the closet where we originally discovered him....so he becomes NO use to me at this point.

So I tip over the other couch and there he is...he scampers back underneath the other couch...I try to stomp him in during his unprotected dash but to no avail. This goes on for about 3 cycles...tip over a couch "A", he runs under couch "B". Tip over couch "B", he runs back to couch "A". At this point, I go nuts and I'm flipping couches like U.S.A. Men's Hockey team in the 1988 Olympics. Here's a pic...

FINALLY, I flip over a couch, see the little bugger running and get a piece of him as he's running across the air intake grate of my furnace.

GAME OVER, MAN!!!!!

I'm sorry...I had to do it, folks. My house is not a home for mice. I've done everything I can to keep them out. I don't' know how they get in.....BUT THEY WILL NEVER GET OUT!!!!