A mouse tried to hump my leg...

Ok, so maybe not full on humperoo but still very close. On my way home from work tonight, I spied with my little eye something black running across the passenger floor mat. I thought "for sure that wasn't a mouse". I tried to focus on the snow covered road while going a measly 55 mph. Oh shit, there it goes again. Damn it, it was a mouse. So how do I get the rest of the way home with a mouse up in the front of my NEW van without crashing. I called my husband and told him he had to come get me and drive the van home. He said no. He told me to make some noise with my left foot and the mouse would stay away. He told me that a mouse was not worth crashing over. Clearly he had never thought about a mouse scurrying up his leg while driving in blizzard like conditions(ok so it was just snowing and a little icy). So he hung up on me and told me to stop being a baby. I tried to keep my left foot moving so whiskers would stay away from me. It turned out that my "noise" I was making was a mating call for the lil bastard. I have to admit that it sounded like a mouse but I thought he might think it was a bigger mouse that would beat him up. Nope, he showed his ugly little head again. I did make it home without him humping my leg but only because I cursed loudly at him and was swerving like a maniac. he probably got car sick. My husband saved the day by putting a mouse trap in the van and caught him within 15 minutes of getting home. Dumb ass mouse! Seriously...