I'm in a room that might be our "workout room". I'm moving some things around and when I dump out some material it starts wiggling, and I realize there is a mouse in there. More start popping out, three in total, and I know I have to catch them fast, before they escape into the house. I manage to put a cup over one, and the dog Coco goes after one. I'm not sure if she catches it but seems to have it under control. The last one, which was in the material, bites me on the finger, but I have a thin cotton glove on, so it doesn't pierce my skin. I find a plastic dome (part of Amber's star projector) and manage to trap the third one. So, they are all accounted for.

(I did find some mice in that room a couple months ago - a whole family, in a drawer. I captured all of them and haven't found any in there since. True, that I feel that all mice must be captured and set free far away. Unless Coco catches them, then it's the end.)