The collander couldn't hold him. I go to check on the mouse I captured, in the Medalta #3, my prisoner of war, to find that he's somehow managed to escape. I don't know how. And the trap I've baited with peanut butter - a live-catch, because I don't want to hurt the little beggars, has been sprung, but there's no sign of a mouse. The garbage is rustling again, attempts to dissect it and extricate mouse #2 to Medalta #3 fail, mouse scurries away to under cupboard.
I have to stop being so kind. It's going to have to become war. Mouse in garbage will be taken out, mouse captured will be taken out, there's to be no resettlements en-masse, it's not working, this mercy thing, it has to be war.