Always liked that quote from Chief Sitting Bull.(Edited. Initially thought it was Chief Joesph. My bad.) Mice sure can go wherever they want and cause all sorts of trouble. At my cabin in Northern Wisconsin, I've had them somehow get into the air intake on my truck and end up either in my air cleaner or heater filter. I've managed to do in two in the heater fan. The odor of a dead mouse stays in the truck for about a month.
A couple of years ago, while coming home on the interstate at about 75 mph, I felt something on my leg. Looked down and there was a mouse making its way up. Luckily my reflex action, though substantial, didn't hit the brake or gas pedal. The mouse hopped off and made it back into the heater duct, where he was toasted by the fan. This was in the summer, and I had the air conditioner on. Another month of stink truck.
Deer population in my neck of the woods is rather depressed right now. I just may take up hunting mice there. Seem to be plenty of the critters around.
I also have a score to settle with the little buggers. I forgot my nice merino wool watch cap in the front seat after hunting one day. By the next morning, the mice had it chewed full of holes. Made nice bedding material, I suspect.