I have had three interesting experiences with mice:
1. The case of the church mouse - when I worked in the church in the village the photocopier was kept in the tower; one day it wasn't working and we discovered that a mouse had got into the workings and chewed through a cable. This was not, however, as funny as the church mouse who decided to take a walk down the aisle during a communion service - cue some hysterical women!
2. The case of the mouse in the night - we were fast asleep in bed when I felt a rustling in my hair; I moved. A second of so later, husband suddenly sits up in bed shouting "it's a bloody mouse!". It was, too. We spent ages trying to catch the darn thing.
3. The case of the mouse in the cupboard - lots of shredded paper under the sink in the utility room. The war went on for weeks - how many times did the wretched thing steal the cheese or whatever? In the end DH got nasty and we caught and killed the visitor.
You have probably realised by now that we are cat owners - corpses in the house are fairly common. My neighbour has learnt, when she cat sits for us, to be careful where she puts her feet when she comes in!