Back in 1975, my husband, Bill and I rented our first apartment which was occupied with mice. Bill sits down in an easy chair in the living room. I say to him, "I see a mouse behind your foot." He grabs at the mouse, stands up jumping around and says, "He went up my pant leg. Unbutton my pants, Hurry! Unbutton my pants!" He had on a pair of double buttoned pants. I was laughing so hard I couldn't unbutton his pants fast enough. He had a hold of the mouse fabric and all against his thigh and squashed it in his pant leg. There is more than one reason not to want mice in your house.