I came home from Target today to find that the mouse was the victim of its own curiosity (or maybe clumsiness). There was a glass mixing bowl with about 1.5 inches of salty water in it sitting on my counter from making rice balls last night. In the water was floating the mouse, I'm assuming dead. So I figure he was either looking to see what was in the bowl, or fell while trying to get to something else. In either case, I am now (hopefully) mouseless. I do a dance of mouseless joy.

For some reason I feel slightly better that it wasn't a trap that I specificly put out for it that caused its demise.