Them mice are quick. Daughter came up to tell me there was a "rat" on the fireplace. I came in there and didn't see him so I figured he was in the fireplace. I lit the gas and turned it on. When it got hot, he (about as big as my thumb) came to the front and saw me with the broom and retreated. Did it once again and took off on the third time. Little SOB was around the room behind the TV and plants the old lady had out there. He either went into a couch or got under the hall door but that's the last I seen of Mr. Mouse.