Between my first and current cat, we started getting mice. I felt genuine hate for them, it was like they were taking advantage of the death of my beloved cat. They started free roaming the house, pissing me off even more. So I put a glue trap with a cookie on the stairs behind me, and was alone... Suddenly a ton of flapping around and "SQUEEK SQUEEEEK!" I run over and it's stuck in the trap, on its side, trying to escape. I freaked out... And just happened to have been randomly holding a thin piece of wood for no loving reason that day. Smacked down once, missed. Second time BAM. Dead. Didn't break the skin, just killed it. :3 I was almost dancing over it like "You see that?! This happens when you starfishs take advantage of the death of my cat! starfishS!"