Or I used to, until we bought a house in the middle of nowhere that had been empty for years.
Mice everywhere; we were tolerated by the mice as we didn't seem to disturb them too much - they carried on regardless, in the bin, on top of the fridge, running across my keyboard AS I TYPED. I tried everything. Put everything edible into Bocaux on the dresser. Emptied the bin nightly. Bought a mouseproof breadbin. Adopted two cats. Bought a very expensive humane mousetrap. The two cats did zilch (not feeding the cats, as suggested by all and sundry just resulted in yowling cats who went from overfed indolence to indignant semi-paralysis with nothing in between) and the humane mousetrap - à la Mr Jingle from 'The Green Line' who made even the idea of killing a Mr Jingle or one of his mates unthinkable - which caught one, just one, wee mouse in 6 months of use. And yes, we tried everything from peanut butter to cotton wool as bait; google is my friend.
Last week we'd had enough. Everytime we opened the bin, there was a mouse, incredibly cute and incredibly undismayed, staring right back. The same mouse every time or was there a rota......? The Frenchman went to the Quincaillerie and came back with a couple of these babies: http://tinyurl.com/aj8nufa
And blimey - 8 (EIGHT!) of the buggers under the kitchen sink in just 2 days. St Francis of Assisi friendly they are not, but effective they certainly are - and cost effective as the same smidgen of value Nutella has served to lure all 8 to mouse heaven.
Now we just need Le Foine to vacate the loft and the 30,000,000 rats that have turned the woodpile into a rodent HLM and are costing me a fortune in lost chicken feed to follow the Pied Piper over ze hills and far away........