When I see a mouse run into my room in broad daylight, I yell “Fuck you!” at it, and then I run away. When my rooommate catches a mouse in the bathroom, she gives him a cookie to tide him over for the walk out of our apartment.
Did I mention we have a mouse problem? Riboflavin discovered the first one, dead on the kitchen floor. To date four have been evicted from the premises. Our cat is only the second best mouser in the household, trailing Mi5 by one. (He does get bonus points for putting his into her shoe, though.)