Brax, Brody and Everleigh

We have a furry friend. He is not an invited guest. I believe that he may have invited himself due to the relative frequency of scenes like the one below.... While I encourage Brax to share, I also know that the result is that, at any given time, there are likely cheerios, crackers, and other edible items lying around the house despite my best efforts to keep it clean.
Background: As I stood bleary-eyed at the coffee pot yesterday morning, thanking God that I had actually woken up before Brax, thus giving me time to brew the aforementioned coffee, I thought that I caught a scurrying motion out of the corner of my eye. I bent down, and there didn't appear to be much room for a creature to enter the cabinet, so I chalked it up to being sleepy. Several minutes later, I heard determined scratching coming from my kitchen. Reese started whining and whimpering, so I was certain that my first instincts were correct. I called Josh, frantically shouting, "We have a mouse!" He took it in stride, (as I usually call him at least once a day in a panic over daily activities), instructing me to get a mouse trap at the store. Well, I forgot. Truthfully, I didn't hear the little devil anymore and I thought that he had moved on to the next apartment. Well, as I prepared to brew this morning's pot of coffee, I noticed several small "objects" beside the coffee pot. Upon closer examination, I noticed them all over my kitchen counter. Probably ten or twelve droppings to be exact!!! The audacity of that creature! And how did my watch-dog mutt, who sleeps in the house, allow such a thing to happen as she rested peacefully in doggy dreamland? So, after scrubbing the counter and the floor with lysol, I've declared war. There is not room for five of us here... in fact there's barely room for four of us! He will be gone by tomorrow.... one way or another!