I feel for ya. I got a mice problem at my house too. God damned ghetto. When they keep me up at night, I curse them and shout at them in a monsterous voice about how I will kill them when I find them. Then, when I trap one, I look into his little beady eyes and suddenly feel merciful. This is war though, and war aint pretty.

Usually I will let them free outside where the cats can get them. If im not in the mood to go thru all that hassel, I have to man up and execute them. The way I look at it, I'm just setting them free from their bodies. Crazy, huh?