2006-07-26 :: 4:44 p.m.
We have mice

Kevin set mousetraps. He caught two yesterday and I hid in the other room while he dispatched them.

Today I heard one snap in the kitchen when he was gone for a couple hours.

OH MY GOD.

I could hear the poor thing still moving. I kept trying to make myself go in there to put it out of its misery and then I would squeal in terror and run out of the room. I am such a nelly loser.

The mouse would wind up comforting me, patting me on the shoulder and saying "There, there. I am SO sorry I scared you." The mouse doing this as it spits up blood from being nearly bisected by a spring loaded piece of metal.

I feel ashamed. Even after I was certain it was dead, I stayed out of there and kept the dogs out and yelled at myself. ''Hey, you allowed Kevin to set the trap, you wanted the mouse dead.

Now you release those pearls, get in that kitchen and deal with that mouse you murdered, Pussy!''

He finally came home and got rid of it, ''Wow. You really are a sissy!''

What would happen if you didn't catch or kill the mice?

do they carry disease like rats?