Obviously, there are other mice in the building.
As far as I know, however, there is only one mouse in my room. Right now.
I will not kill this mouse. I will not glue this mouse, or harm this mouse. I am trying not to scare this mouse. I would like, however, to relocate this mouse.
Normally, I would just make sure that all food was in tightly sealed containers, and wait for the mouse to find somewhere else to be.
Unfortunately, this mouse is an idiot.
This mouse does not know how to be a mouse. It is not sneaky. It is not skillful. It does not make good decisions. It will run from the dark kitchen, where mountainous cookie crumbs sit, unsupervised, into my well-lit room where I talk loudly on the phone and there is no sustenance.
This mouse is the me of mice. I have sympathy for it. However, as the me of mice, this mouse is profoundly annoying. Mice are foldy. They can get through cracks and small little holes. I have watched this mouse be foldy, scurrying under closed doors.
And yet, this mouse occasionally forgets that it is foldy, and spends many minutes in the middle of the night scratching at the only part of the door to my room that it cannot scooch under.
It prefers to do this when I have something to do in the morning. The more important, the longer the mouse spends scratching.
This mouse and I, we are at an impasse.