4 in the morning and Buster just caught a mouse. After what I assume to be 2 failed attempts that each individually woke me up (loud crashes, things falling to the ground) I watched him do it, wheezing the entire time. He immediately, triumphantly runs towards me --where I start yelling "Buster! NOT on the bed!" then more calmly "please not on the rug either." He plays with it (it's not yet dead) flipping it around like any other mouse toy. I had to intervene and kill it so I can try to sleep. Now he's looking around again-- wired. oh boy.