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    Sounds like great fun!
    
    We use a box - like a shoe box (with a cover if it is short) - although I do have a funny
    story about a pail and a mole..
    
    I put the box at the end of the mouses path and wait.  My husband
    will chase it and I throw the lid on it when it gets to the box.
    My s.o. is terrfified of exactly what you described...a mouse up
    his pants.  But our little gems tend to bring the mice to bed with
    them - like at 3 am..and that is more exciting.
    
    I'm glad you saved the poor creature though!  More luck next time!
    
    Pam and Keith and "kids"  :#)
    

    I have had the pleasure(?) of this activity many times.....
    A glove on one hand and armed with a coffee can (empty!) in
    the other, you corner the poor thing, sweep it into the can
    with the gloved hand, and run like crazy to the area you want
    to let it go.  Keep your gloved hand over the top, or use a
    piece of cardboard or something to cover up the top.
    
    Mice can jump!
    
    Have fun..........
    
    Lynne & the crew

    
    if the mouse isn't too lively (afraid that is), then i've taken a
    dust pan broom and a brown paper bag and scooped the critter up
    in the bag and then put it outside.
    
    cindi
    

    This reminds me of one of the very first times my fiance (then
    boyfriend) was visiting my parents home for dinner (where they have 
    3 cats), and one of the cats decided to bring in a mouse at dinner time.
    Well, Rich decided that he would be heroic and catch the mouse (gotta
    make a good impression, you know) -- before he could grab the critter,
    it ran up his PANT LEG!!!!  Well, Rich lost his cool, and proceeded
    to drop his pants, and dance around the dining rooom like an idiot!, 
    while we all roared with laughter......  
    
    What a first impression !!!  -- He still hasn't lived it down.

    

    The first (and only) mouse that got into my previous house occurred one
    spring day. I heard a noise and turned around to see a mouse tail
    disappearing behind some boxes. So I went upstairs and got Samantha,
    the fearless hunter (well maybe that's an slight overstatement to
    describe a 12 year old, 15 pound, lazy cat) and brought her to the
    basement, at which point I instructed her to KILL! She looked at me
    like she was saying, "My dinner comes in cans, you want me to chase
    WHAT!!!??? and proceeded to walk back upstairs.
    
    Later, the mouse got itself trapped in a bag full of plastic flower
    pots, so I was able to get it outside. Preparing to do the deed myself,
    I dumped the mouse out on the lawn, only to find a little baby one. Not
    having the heart, I let it go. Happy, it ran down my hill, free at
    last, until a hawk came at it..........
    
    Eric (RIP mouse)

    Dickens is now a first rate hunter (ha ha ha - he lays on one side of
    the floor length window and viciously wags his tail at the squirrel
    just on the OTHER side of the window who is eating dropped bird seeds)
    
    But he DID catch a mole a month ago.  Brought it proudly to the door -
    we said "thank you very much, but NO WAY are you coming in with it"
                  
    So he turned his head - my father, not seeing the mole anymore, let
    Dickens in!  Guess what he dropped on the hearth?  You got it!
    
    BTW: re: .4 ---> that is one of the funniest stories I think I've ever
    heard!  Thanks for the laugh !!!!

    Nippa is always bringing me home such presents.....I know she means
    well...
    
    However, one evening when my mom had her bridge club over (of all
    nites), she decided to bring a tiny field mouse in....well it was a
    good thing I had *just* gotten in because the women were going nuts.
    My mom actually turned a very pale shade of white (heh, heh, heh).
    
    Well she had dropped the poor mouse at my feet, just to show me, and
    then she picked it up again and started batting it around and playing
    w/ it (see mom, this is the type of toy I want, not those fake things 
    you bring me).  WEll I couldn't stand to hear that mouse going EEKK,
    EEEK at the top of it's lungs (man, what vocal cords!) so I tried to
    get it away from her, and proceeded to make her PO'ed, so she left me
    w/ a screeching mouse and screeching ladies.
    
    Two of the ladies and I managed to flick it into a paper bag, with the 
    aide of a very long cane (I certainly wasn't gonna touch it) and
    brought it outside, to freedom.
    
    Well I have yet to see another `gift', but that's okay....I know
    she loves me anyways....... ;^)
    
    

    
    I was on pager one weekend and got a call from a customer about
    midnight.  I will still on the phone with him at 2:30. 
    
    Now, my 'kids' are terrible if mom is on the phone too long.  Not long
    after I was on the phone, they started zooming all over the house. 
    Then things got quiet and they started in again, zooming and chasing.  
    
    Then Missy was playing hockey with something.  I didn't have my glasses
    on and couldn't see what it was.  Then she dropped an earring on my lap
    which my mom had 'lost' when visiting 3 months earlier.  Then she
    started playing hockey again.  
    
    And dropped a live MOUSE on my lap.  Unfortunately my home phone doesn't
    have a 'hold' or 'mute' button.  
    
    I jumped up, trying (unsuccessfully) not to yell into the phone and 
    started explaining to my customer that I would need to step away from 
    the phone for a few minutes.
    
    So I proceeded to scoop the mouse into a tupperware container, with the
    cats hollering at me.  I let the mouse escape outside.  I was trying to 
    quietly yell back but didn't want the customer to think DEC folks are 
    crazy.  
    
    When I finally got back to the phone, the customer was in hysterics. 
    He could hear all that was going on.  Seems he has 5 Siameses himself.
    (We finally did get his problem solved.)