I slept about two hours before his scratching and chewing on a bag of pasta woke me up. I lay there for 45 minutes trying to ignore him and get back to sleep until I finally decided to get up and go to battle.
It was a contest of wits, dexterity, and cunning that raged through the night. 4 hours later as the sun came up my foe had made a series of tactical errors, allowing me to back him into the bottom corner of a bin. In a final act of triumph, I reached down and scooped him into this jar, and raised him above my head in victory!
When the rest of the gang woke up, @ladylockoff took this victory photo before @tyler.dziedzina and I drove him a couple miles down the road and released him into a nice juicy looking bush. Well fought gladiator mouse… Well fought.