Our daytime secretary happened upon the newly placed mouse trap provided by the facilities people (not IT) and found...shriek!...A MOUSE. She hyperventilated for awhile, then came up with an action plan. Leslie picked up the trap wearing two pairs of gloves and stepped out the ambulance bay door into the shrubbery adjacent to the ER all the while saying Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! While she felt a bit squeamish about rodent rescue, especially before she had her coffee, she didn't want it dead or suffering. At first, she gingerly shook the trap to dislodge the mouse off the sticky stuff at the bottom of the trap. When that didn't work, she shook a bit more vigorously. Finally she managed to get the lid off and tossed the live mouse into the brush; Leslie was shrieking, the mouse fairly silent as it ran off into the woods probably to warn the rest of his mousey friends. Traumatized, Leslie made herself a cup of coffee and sat down with a bagel. I don't know about the traumatized mouse. It has been at least 3 weeks since the traps were placed, now long forgotten by facilities. These traps are apparently going to be there forever. Naturally we have had a little bit of fun with them.
No mice have been even remotely attracted to this.