Dear Mouse in my room,

Can we please call a truce where you leave the residence you've taken up somewhere in my "room", more commonly known as the size of a big walk in closet, without a fight (AKA biting me if I find you)? In exchange, I'll leave you all the cheese & peanut butter you want outside. This also means I won't set up mouse traps for you.

Affectionately,

The human

Not going to lie, whenever I think of mice I think of the book Poppy because I loved that story when I was a kid.