unjustified fear

I'm petrified of mice. Beyond petrified, actually. Finn has been running around like crazy, I hope we don't have a mouse. He keeps going back to this one corner in the storage closet in the bathroom. I don't know what is worse, the potential of having a mouse and not knowing, or him killing a mouse and me having to get rid of it. Time will tell. At least there haven't been any mouse droppings (that I've noticed). I'll keep you posted.