One day, when I lived in Phoenix, I decided to clean the bath tub, sprinkled it with cleanser and, being kind of tired, went to have a beer, or two, and watch some television. When I returned there was a mouse in the tub, but he couldn't get out. He's try, run up the sloped back, but he'd slide back down. Now, I'm healthily afraid of mice, so I had to wait for my girlfriend to get back from her mother's house, so she could take the mouse out of the tub and throw it in the back yard, where my dog ate it. She had to do the same for one I caught on a glue trap. I ain't gettin that close to a mouse. I know what they're capable of.