The Multiplying Horde

Y'all, I'm losing my sh*t.  I'm serious.

Last night, I was awoken by a scurrying, scrabbling sound behind the bed.  I sat bolt upright and listened as the noise rounded the corner of the room (right past that f*cking worthless sonic rodent repeller), clambered over some of my son's toys in the corner and seemed to take up residence behind the dresser.  Needless to say, there are much nicer ways to be awoken from sleep.  I had only had about three hours of sleep at that point, but I turned on the lights and the TV, hoping to scare away my little non-friend.  It didn't really work.  I heard some more scrabbling noises, but finally things quieted down.  Around that time, my husband came home.  I told him about the mouse, but he had no interest in dragging anything out of the corner to try to find the little bugger.  He was exhausted and just climbed into bed.  He had no problem falling asleep immediately and I felt better with him home (for no real good reason, it's not like the mouse was going to be scared of him), so I went back to sleep, too.  I woke up convinced I had seen a mouse climbing straight up the wall, but I think that was a dream and it was kind of more like a fuzzy spider.  Which means I was either having a nightmare or I have a huge, furry spider problem, too.

What the hell am I going to do?  A cat is out.  We've had one before and it was a nightmare, mostly because we're horrible pet owners.  We found him a good home with a woman who would give him the love and attention he needed.  I'm not going down that road again.  My mom refuses to let me borrow her cat for rat round-ups, because she's afraid he'll eat them.  I feel like I'm left with three options:

1. Buy more sonic repellers and put one in EVERY outlet.  (Or, I could move some more into the bedroom from seemingly less affected areas.)
2. Buy real traps, either glue or traditional.  (ACK!  ACK!  ACK!)
3. Hire some professional pest control.

I think I'm going to have to go with number three.  I can't handle setting or disposing of the traps.  Poison is out, with a toddler in the house.  I'm fairly convinced the sonic things aren't worth the money I paid for them, but I probably will move the one from the hall into the bedroom corner once I work up the courage to clean it out.  I have no idea what number three is going to cost, but I'm losing my mind over here.