Okay, not really. It's at the same level as before. As in, I see droppings, and no matter what I do with the traps, the mousey won't bite. What's most disturbing is that I have found droppings in my bedroom, which freaks me out. I literally have trouble getting to sleep thinking about it and have started sleeping with my feet to the head of the bed (why? I don't know...I think in absence of doing something useful, I decided to do something symbolic). Let's examine what we know about the mouse species:
They're wily and hard to catch
They're disturbingly buff
I'm going to try some different bait this weekend. I'm pretty much setting up a mouse smorgasbord. I hope he decides to indulge one of these days...