I'm currently battling mice in my garage. I keep birdseed in a big sealed plastic tub. Big mistake I know. Well I've seen chew marks on the outside of the tub, so I know I had a mouse. So I set a mouse trap.

Next day I find the trap flipped over, but no mouse.
Next day, same thing. So I think, crap maybe it's a rat. So I set a rat trap and the mouse trap.

Next morning I quickly go into garage first thing and find dead mouse in both traps. A twofer.
So as I quickly go to dispose of them before my wife finds out, I hear this noise. Movement from behind some boxes. I slowly go look and find another mouse had fallen into a 5-gallon Home Depot bucket.
I'm thinking holy crap, 3 for one. This is the greatest day of my life. I am a trapper.

I've been dying to tell her cause I'm so proud of myself, but I can't because of course she would freak out and make my life miserable. Clearing out the garage, getting exterminator, blah, blah, blah.

So anyway, thanks for letting me tell my great trapping story. Some things are better kept to one's own self.
Off to Alaska I go!