Yesterday I was getting ready to leave my small bow shop and head inside for the evening when I heard a scratching sound from the corner. I went to investigate and saw a small mouse. I grabbed the nearest weapon, a FG fishing arrow and went after it. The rodent proved to fast for the fishing arrow and took cover under a cabinet. I have had a baited trap set under my workbench since last winter. I looked at it and saw it was picked clean. I had checked it a few days prior and it was still set and baited so I knew he hadn't been in there to long. I reset the trap with a chunk of peanut butter cookie super glued to the trigger. Late last night I checked it and I had caught him. I reset the trap just to make sure he was the only one. This morning as I was leaving for work I checked it and found I had caught another one. Surely that was the last one. Tonight I came home and went to get rid of the pest and reset the trap. As I walk in the door I see another mouse sitting on my work bench staring at me with an evil glint in his beady little eyes. For a moment we were both frozen, waiting on the other to make the first move. I quickly grabbed a cane shaft and started swinging. He made a desperate dive off the bench and went running behind it. I baited the trap and reset it again. But that's not good enough. I grabbed my official Red Ryder carbine action 200-range-shot model air rifle and carefully loaded it with ammo. I'm giving him time to settle down before I resume the hunt.