Update Mouse: the mouse seems to be gone. In case you were wondering. Below is a re-post of the comment Mr. Bump made to the original mouse post, in case you missed it.
We caught Stewart this morning, alive. I was starting to make tea, and saw him make a break for the stairs out of the corner of my eye. He's fast, but I have long legs, and cut him off from the basement, so he chose the closet, and then it was just a matter of time. I walked him across the street, pointed him towards the theatre, and let go of his tail--he was off like a shot, away from the likes of man.
What this fails to mention is that apparently Stewie had already had a bit of a chew on a block of d-con. But he's got a good chance. Whatever chewed the heck out of the block in the basement, however, clearly found some place to die, but we never did catch him/her. Hopefully he/she found a way out and is not currently rotting in to a pile of goo under the stairs. Mmm, who's ready for dinner?
Funny how I have nothing to say for so long, and now this verbal diarrhea in one day. Again, dinner?