Or our small neighbors are wimps.
I got home at 9 or so this evening. Walked through the kitchen which had a light turned on, toward the steps which didn't. At one point I saw something move. Didn't hear a thing. Wondered if it was perhaps a leaf, or if I'd kicked something that rolled... but the trajectory was wrong. Spouse was upstairs, heard my commentary, put on shoes, and came down. I pointed at where I'd last seen motion and he confirmed that we have a mouse. *sigh*
The last time I had a mouse was in the trailer, and that was the year that it was -17 F. -50 with wind chill. My heat tape was working but the pipes still froze. And I found "sign" there, but never saw the critter. Here, other than a few items appearing to have fallen over while we were at 'Bana, I've seen no sign at all. Well, I've not seen the critter either, but I've seen it's shadow.
If you've seen the inside of my house, you might be surprised that I can find the bed, the stove or the fridge, but I went right to the live traps that I bought back in the trailer and baited one. And now I wait. And walk more carefully.