I went down to Texas to pick up Frederick, and within 15 minutes of arriving, I heard him call out to me in the kitchen: "Kurt, I need you to come in here now!". There was urgency in his voice, so I hustled in. "Stand here, and don't let anything run past you." Ah, so we're dealing with a mouse. Not a biggie.
Frederick moved to the standalone dishwasher, and pulled it away from the wall. After peering behind it, he pulled the stove away from the wall as well. Nothing. Moments later, however, we heard loud scritching and scratching from within the stove. I crouched low to the ground as the mouse emerged, racing towards me. It turned out to be a biggie, on the order of 8 inches (about the size of a Chipotle burrito, only squeezed out).
Seeing that he was big enough for it, I reared back and delivered a mighty kick with the inside of my foot, which popped the mouse/rat into the air. It landed vertically behind a trashcan and, dazed, attempted to run up the wall. Frederick immediately came up and kicked the trashcan directly into the wall. The rodent got ejected and scrambled towards the stove, receiving a few more kicks, and ended up squaring off against Frederick and I in the open.
The end of the story is that we managed to scare it into the laundry room, where it promptly jumped back through the dryer vent through which it came, and out of the house. Frederick adjusted the vent seal (a wadded-up plastic bag), and explained that they didn't yet have a dryer to hook up to the vent.