Last winter a little mouse kept showing up on our front porch around the same time every night. I named him Myron and started leaving a small pile of cheese pieces for him. I looked forward to seeing him every night.
Our dishwasher started leaking and the repairman said it had been chewed up by mice. My husband and son, both steemers, told me I needed to stop feeding Myron. So, I did, and we bought a new dishwasher that is stainless steel, so it is mouse proof. I miss Myron, but he had to go!