One time in Texas we heard a clacking sound when one of our small spaniels was walking across the tile floor. She had somehow triggered a mouse trap left in a storage area and it was stuck to her hindquarters fur.
“We got a big one!”
It is satisfying to hear a rat trap snap somewhere in the house.
A dab of peanut butter on the trigger lures them most of the time.
Quite pastoral of you or you are in the dark Arts and are summoning demons with your rock wall sacrifices.
Yeah, not visiting til September.
one of these years.
I kid, that’s nice of you to give them out to the critters.
I’m sure they appreciate it.
I toss mouse carcasses onto the mulch pile (where animals find and eat them, they don’t last long enough to rot) out of laziness, not generosity. It’s a place to dispose of them where i won’t have to smell decaying mouse.
I used to have a bad rat problem in the basement. Twice I found a sprung rat trap with nothing in it but a tail. I had mental images of 2 tailless rats waiting for me down there…
That which does not kill me makes me stronger. And very much pissed off. Be afraid. Be very afraid. For I am nocturnal and you are … not. 
My son got a rat in the barn. And I mean rat, not a fat house mouse. A sure enough rat. Big as a bunny.
It was missing a hind leg. Had been gone awhile.
We decided he chewed it off the year before while trapped.
Some are really big out there. So big Son-of-a-wrek attaches the traps to eyebolts in the wall with chain.
He has lost a few traps..we think by raccoon.
As I have posted before I gave up glue traps when I found a tail. I see your bald rat and raise you one who chewed off his own tail to escape.
My house is in a small country village (pop 300), surrounded by farmland. We are very familiar with the cycle of smells (mostly cow-related) and the periodic deposits of mud tracks on the roads from oversized tractor tires going to and from the harvest and other activities.
In fact, there used to be a grazing meadow directly across the street. But a few years ago, the strip along the road, maybe 40 meters deep, was carved off and rezoned for residential.
And when that happened, we started getting a lot of mice in our garage. I don’t know if they were displaced by the grading and other construction work, or they just didn’t like the noise and vibration and came over to our side of the street, or if it was just a coincidence. Whatever it was, there were a lot of them.
My wife doesn’t like animals — she grew up in the Mideast, where, in older traditions, animals are regarded as unclean, haram. You can have a dog or a cat, but they stay strictly outside, to do their animal jobs; they are not your friends. And an invasion of the house by actual wildlife? She was very, very unhappy, and she gave me the top-priority task of fixing the situation.
Over the next few weeks, I trapped and removed many mice, driving them down to a forested area a couple of kilometers away to release them. Because even though my wife hates them, she didn’t want them killed either. So that became my part-time job.
For the purpose, I used an oversized wire trap. And just to prove to my wife that my efforts were successful, I provided her with photographic evidence.
They are pretty cute, I will admit. Even my daughters agreed. They didn’t want to see the mice in person (so to speak), but they were happy to look at the pictures.
But, cute or not, the mice couldn’t stay, so away they went.
I can’t believe your mouse did not fit through those big holes. I have seen them squeeze in and out of much smaller holes, that is a veritable rat trap, not for mice. Perhaps she used you for hitchhiking? 