Sunday night I spent close to 30 minutes trying to convince our cat, Bingu, to relinquish the small gray mouse he had unearthed in our basement crawlspace. When he finally dropped it, the very-much-alive mouse shot out of reach and Bingu was reduced to having to venture back to the crawlspace (we still haven't figured out how he gets back there) to capture Mrs. Mouse. She met the same fate as her mate, and there are now two tiny gray mice hiding somewhere in our living room.
(Just in case, I'm sleeping with the bedroom door closed. I don't want any 4 a.m. gifts tonight.)