We live on a wooded mountain and mouse traps are necessary. The previous resident set traps all up the hill behind the house to catch them before they ever got in. We had seen mouse poops in the kitchen so had to set traps or poison, and we chose traps because they're more humane. I bought the traps at our local dollar store, set them, and after a couple mornings of empty traps, we caught a mouse on the third day
But wait: just three years ago, when I poured the coffee and carried it to the living room, I was almost guaranteed to spill—I was that shaky. And due to medicine and exercise I am now able to: set mouse traps?
I've stopped drinking coffee, but I still convulse at the gut and shoulders—that makes it impossible to walk. But this additional stability I have in my hands (still not enough to write with a pen) is enough to do some of the more delicate things that hands are required to do