Cartoonishly entertaining morning.
Woken at 0200 by distressed daughter climbing into bed with me. She’d heard a scrabbling noise, switched on her phone torch and come face to face with a teeny tiny mouse on her bed, looking at her. She scarpered, shutting the door behind her. I was a bit sleepy and didn’t really register her story until I woke at 7am.
Then spent the next two hours systematically dismantling her room (including bed and chest of drawers) in an effort to humanely capture the little blighter and search for any nest/mousehole hidden under the piles of teenage detritus which had accumulated in all corners and under every possible free space.
Eventually after a prolonged and predictable Tom and Jerry chase, I ended up (sorry folks) resorting to that well recognised, but usually only inadvertently utilised, small domestic mammal trap otherwise known as a Dyson.
Very effective, if you must know.