I was lucky enough to avoid the experience of having mice in my home until the summer of 2010. I lived in a house that was practically the woods and a lovely little finally of rodents found solace in our central air conditioning system. And our counters. And our pantry. And, for one of the babies, a party of drunken college students (I don't think he found an solace though, mostly terror).
I had a few mouse related encounters over the past few days. There's nothing like having one of these little critters sneaking around your space : they're cute and all, but I could do without them eating my food and shitting on my counters.