A sketchling.
I've only seen a mouse in a house once, but I can seriously say that the voices of a screaming female and a squeaking rodent will combine to achieve a certain gestalt that can turn reality on its head. We're talking about the ability to twist time and send planets careening into each other at the slightest change in pitch.
That being said, the small brownish pellets I found on the counter this morning were only burnt pizza crumbs.
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