I had a mouse in my house. (side note-or as Xander likes to call it a rat. No I have never had a rat in my house but my 12 year old insists on calling a tiny baby mouse a rat and instilling deep fear into anyone who enters my home) Complete with beady little eyes, sharp teeth, a pointy nose, and a long tail.
My goal from the time I saw this creature was to see it DEAD. Yes…. that is correct. I didn’t want to be humane and release it back into mouse society. I wanted it to suffer a thousand horrible deaths and then kill it again. All for the sake of my sanity of course. Because I HATE MICE. I repeat HATE THEM. I would rather make out with a Baldwin (side note-Alec excluded since he is really hawt… one of the other greasy ones.) then have a mouse it my house.
I know you are all thinking “How RUDE! Mice are so cute”… and blah blah blah. But I think you are basing your thought process on the following:
Disclaimer-My house is now mouse free and has ALWAYS been RAT FREE!