The only time we ever had a mouse, we went for one of the instant-kill traps because we just don't live in a place where letting it run free was feasible (most likely, it would just come back, or wander into someone else's house). I'd rather not kill mice, but I've no interest in living with them either.

So sorry to hear about the run of bad theatrical luck. As for the Scottish Play, well! I cannot blame you there. I do wish I were able to make it up to NJ to see both plays, but that's sadly not possible...

(And, for what it's worth, the last time I directed, I had a cast member e-mail me on opening day to inform me that she'd contracted tonsilitis. Everything turned out fine, but it was an absolutely nerve-wracking five or six hours.)