They most certainly will. We get one in our house every several years. No idea how they get in, but they do. The cabin is looking great, Mike.
Oh, I know all about mice! We bought a fixer upper of a house and the first year we lived there I caught 34 mice. I sealed it up over the next year and only caught 22 the next year. Now I only catch a few a year in the basement, never any in the house. What really helped was figuring out that they had a superhighway underground that went under the foundation of what used to be the crawl space. I got to digging out there one summer and the ground sorta collapsed in and I found this 4 inch tunnel from under a bush right to where they were getting in. Being one who likes to win, I dug it all out next to the house and filled it with razor sharp flint chips and then concrete over that. I bet the first mouse that decided to reestablish the tunnel was missing an appendage when he hit the layer of flint chips
They will certainly try to beat you in the game, but I put a serious dent in the local population those first few years then the foxes and owls moved in to finish them off. Window is straight. Cabin is crooked.
Don’t let word of this get out. People will hear, think there’s some special properties about the land. Call it the Vortex and hold weird annual ceremonies there.
Yeah, I looked at that window again today when walking the dog and it's definitely straight. The Vortex of Doom woods.............I think I could sell tickets
Speaking of woods lore, there are a few experiences in the woods that are the only times I've ever been on edge. One is a place called Blackman's swamp. It's a bog near where I grew up and my Dad told us never to go in there. It got it's name because there was a local African American guy who used to cut ice off the bog center (where there is water) and he with his whole team of horses fell in that hole in the bog. The locals including my great grandfather dropped several hundred feet of rope with a treble hook on it and they never even caught hold of anything. When you go in there today there are no birds, no animals wandering around it's just dead silence except for the wind blowing across the water part of the bog.
The other place I'd pass through quickly was a place we called the hog's back. It was a mound in the woods and it always felt like you were being watched by 7 pairs of eyes. Hunting, I'd pass through there but rarely linger longer than needed. One day my brother and I met up there hunting and were talking when we both saw this black thing jump out of a tree and disappear into the brush. It honestly looked like a black ninja but moved like an animal. We went to investigate the spot below the tree and sure enough something large had jumped out of the tree and landed in the leaves disturbing them quite a bit. My Dad and the locals talk of a panther that roamed that section of woods. One man I knew would never be caught in those woods without being heavily armed. I've always believed the mound was an Indian burial mound and always passed through there in reverence. The more you roam the woods, the more tales like this you have.
). Live in a small community so I can go to the local Friday night VFW fish fry. Were the sports that you are really into is the Friday night High School football game, mid-week basket ball or wrestling match at the only high school for miles. That is something I can get down with. And to be perfectly honest...I think the current socio-political climate is driving me to it. 
