Where'd it go?

Well - I found the trap. No sign of the mouse and absolutely no idea how it wound up under the upright piano.
On the positive side - I've also neither seen nor heard the darn thing since the trap went off. Maybe it dashed into some hidey-hole and succumbed to a heart attack. I know the trap snapping startled the heck out of me!
The dogs are under the mistaken impression that winter is over - Golly is shedding like crazy. Dax thinks that just because the sun is out she should bask in it. The look of betrayal on her face is priceless when she realizes she just planted her butt in the quicksand/mire/swamp that's now our melted yard.

It's getting personal - and creepy

Yesterday I set a snap-trap to get the mouse. Baited it with peanut butter. And as I was getting ready to go to bed, I hear the trap go off. This rodent has an knack for knowing when I'm in the bathroom. So I waited a few minutes, got my "ewwww" cleaning equipment ready (dustpan inside plastic bag, long pole for pushing) and went to clean up. Just what I wanted to be doing at midnight. And I can't find it. Not the mouse. Not the trap, sprung or otherwise. Get the flashlight, look under everything. Nowhere in sight. This rodent is really starting to creep me out. And my faithful, adorable canine pack? Completely useless. Getting a cat is starting to sound very, very attractive.