Reminds me of the time over ten years ago when my old super (not a very sweet guy), suggested I get a cat as a remedy for the mice which had moved in with me.
Thanks for the tips, bros!
The hot water running solution hasn't worked out thus far (I'm well into an hour now and the water is still doo doo brown peppered with what look like coffee grounds) but the cat / mouse thing sure did, didn't it? I had no mice when I adopted Doodle, and now the only ones I ever get are the ones she brings up from her occasional escapes into the hallway and down the stairs to the basement. She brings 'em up but always takes 'em out, if you know what I mean. They don't live here long.