He’s still in the car. After about a day and a half at the Waterslide Ramada in High River, Alberta, I left the hotel to find dinner. Instead I found this – an opened peanuts pouch and a chewed pen.
So I bought the trap which won’t kill the little shit but, if he likes cheddar cheese, will catch him so I can throw him into the wild. There’s no way I can drive another 2,500 miles waiting for a chocolate-craving mouse to climb my leg.