Sorry but the old fashioned deadly traps are still available for a reason. They are bloody efficient.
The modern ones are easy to set without risk of breaking a finger.
Peanut butter for bait.
It isn't pleasant but I caught 5 in 3 days in a full house of high pitched screaming family members. Mice piss everywhere too because they don't have a bladder. The quicker it is sorted the better.
I wouldn't use the glue traps. The mouse is a goner if caught in it and it's a slow lingering death.
I now use a sonic device as a deterrent and haven't had problems since its installation even during building work. But not sure how they affect pets.
I really don't like killing little critters. But I had to get that problem sorted pronto. There is a health hazard with them and they were spotted on worktops in the kitchen etc.
The gizmo I now have drives them away apparently but I've heard mixed opinions on their usefulness. I haven't had any in the house since I had that cull - as I bought the device as well as the traps 3.5 years ago now.
I think Charlie would like to have a cat friend but every car she's met doesn't like her! They've all been outdoor cats though so probably trained to hate every other creature.
She did meet a tiny horse recently though. 6 month old ridgeback. Big puppy!
Did I ever tell the story about Bramble and the bear hunt?
We were in Leysdown for the weekend, plodding along the promenade with Brams, and a couple walked up the path with a very young toddler who was absolutely caked in mud/sand/clay. He went potty at the sight of Bramble, and became a ball of tottering glee. His parents was so fucking happy, and they told us he'd only just started walking and they were heading back from his first bear hunt - he was over the moon because he'd finally spotted a big fat brown bear. The request for a cuddle got the green light and I'm pretty sure it made everyone's day. Mah heart, as Gav might say.
Living his worst life. It's either on the lead plodding along without a muzzle, or muzzled and off the lead with zero chance of foraging. He keeps eating grass or small plum-like things from the park, which is no good for his stomach at the mo. I had to do it, don't hate me. Had it for years but it's time.