A Mouse in the House!

One of the perks of living in the country is when the weather turns cold, the rodents move in.  Well, we had our first mouse sighting on Sunday.  I like to think the mice and I have a truce...as long as they don't steal my food and I don't see them, I don't mind them hanging out in the winter.  This little guy broke our truce.  I was sitting in the living room with the dogs, when all of a sudden we heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen.  Dogs freaked out.  I freaked out.  Did a quick head count to make sure I had everyone (I did).  Then went to investigate.  Found the little bugger behind the oven (he had set off a mousetrap, which made the noise when it hit the back of the oven).  I unfortunately do not contain the gene that allows me to kill an animal, even if it is a mouse who was trying to steal from me...so my plan was to scoop him up and put him outside (knowing full well he'd probably be back in the house before I was).  So I got a box (my first mistake), shooed him in (he was scared so that wasn't difficult), and started to carry him to the door.  Well about halfway over he worked up the courage to start running around and climbing.  I screamed like a little girl, mousey jumped out of the box, and ran for my bedroom.  Dogs come running because I'm screaming, mouse luckily changed his mind about going for the bedroom and came back into the kitchen...fortunately right by the door.  So I open the door and start shooing him out, Ruthie suddenly sees him and dives.  I scream again.  Mouse runs for the door.  I'm so excited!  He's leaving!  Ruthie dives again.  Mouse dodges the door and runs back to the oven, which is now pulled away from the wall and exposed a huge hole in the wall behind it, and disappears into the hole.  Ugh.  Ruthie ruined my plan.  But I patched up the hole to hopefully prevent this exact issue from happening again.  Find a new path to my food, you rodents!