Your mouse story brought a smile to my face and reminded me of a similar incident I had.
I was scheduled to host a Pampered Chef party at my house, when I discovered a mouse in my house. Knowing that I had this party coming up, I put out poison bait in the hopes of taking care of the problem before the party. Well, the clever littler bugger managed to avoid the stuff for weeks. So, a week before the party I called and cancelled because the thought of having the mouse join the party wasn’t too appetizing. That Saturday, at the exact time the party would have been in full swing, I hear my daughter yell from the kitchen, “Look mom, the mouse is playing on the floor!” I go into the kitchen and there in the middle of my kitchen floor is this mouse flopping around making his last death throws. I was soooo grateful that I’d cancelled the party!