So as I walked into the farmhouse this evening I saw a mouse scurry from one end of the kitchen back somewhere between the fridge/sink/stove. I don't know exactly where it went because I had turned around quickly and headed out the door. Once I got outside I let out a big squeal. I then had to take a deep breath and remember that I am now really, really living in the middle of nowhere. The mice are also likely more scared of me. So I am going to need to learn to tolerate all creatures or at least learn to control my fright reflexes. High alert at all times.
In conclusion: 5-6 traps have been set, Isabella (our current house cat) will be moving to the farm shortly and we'll be looking for 4-5 barn cats this week.