This Means War (and I think we're losing)

On Friday as I was playing my nightly marathon of Grand Theft Auto IV, I was interrupted by the sounds of what can only be described as "the sounds of mice humping". I'm not sure if they were inspired by the racy scenes of GTA IV on the screen or if perhaps the ultrasonic mice evaporators that we purchased were, instead of blaring out an ultra-high frequency noise equivalent of mice nails on a chalkboard (which is what I really hoped they were), blaring out the rodent version of Barry White. Regardless, they were making so much noise that I had to get up and go see what the hell was going on. I opened the storage area underneath of our 55 gallon aquarium to be greeted with what can only be described as a small male mouse attempting to pull on his trousers as he scampered off. At first I thought that the large female had been evaporated successfully by the ultrasonic device but on careful consideration afterwards I think she may have been using a Predator like device to become invisible. I never did see either one of them actually run away but I couldn't find either one of them either.


The day after this encounter, Megan found a small mouse turd on top of the tissue box that she keeps on her bedside table. I think the mice have made their feelings on this clear, the gauntlet has been thrown. At this point I think our only options are to either escalate the conflict to less friendly mice removal means or to surrender to our new mouse overlords.