Mr. Mousie #1 went into a Hefty bag this morning. But he certainly gave me one hell of a scare. Blasted thing still wasn't dead. I went to reach for the tray, and Mickey tried to jump at me. Amazing how fast I can move when I want to. Mickey was unceremoniously wrapped in newspapers and deposited in a nearly full trash bag. Cruel? Yes. But he was going to die anyway. He was mostly glued to the trap and... well, enough said.
The mice have invaded my space. They're unsanitary. I have a compromised immune system. And I have access to a Target store with traps and poison. This time, I win.