I nailed the mouse. One day I walked into my kitchen and heard it in the waste bin. I stole towards it. I can't remember if I deliberately got it to get out or it heard me, but it came out.
It ran back and forth a bit, running back when it could not pass me.
Then it climbed my kitchen curtain. I got a mop handle and knocked it down from my side of the curtain. Apparently I hurt lot more than I realised.
It seemed a bit stunned. I actually felt pity for the poor small thing. Then I remembered how it had chewed stuff in my house and the pity went.
I held up the broom handle vertically a few times and let it drop on the mouse. It died.

But there seems to be yet another one...