I seem to have a problem counting to very high numbers. It's too cold to relocate the last remaining mouse, and so I let him root through the garbage. But there comes this strange sound from the ceiling of the house, chewing, rustling. It brings to mind the opening scenes of "The Exorcist". The rustling stops and I shortly see another mouse on the floor, less a mouse than a rat, King Rat, comparatively huge. He(?) seems relatively unfussed by me until I reach for my camera, then he bolts for cover. Probably he has some celebrity status that he needs to protect.
It warms up again tomorrow, they'll be scooped with the trash. The lure of peanut butter seems to have worn off for these mice...