Aargh the little mousey blighters!
They've been rustling around somewhere in the cavity of the ceiling of my house for months. We put one type of poison down but they seemed to completely ignore that. We did manage to catch one that had found his way into a plastic bag containing flour - it was ejected from the premises on Christmas Day no less.
Since then an investment in some stronger poison was in order, resulting in one tiny little one being found dead on the kitchen floor. However, far worse things were to occur a few days later. One night I was half asleep and heard a rustling from somewhere in the room. I'd got used to the scratching sounds that they make above my room, but this was definitely inside the room. I woke up and switched the light on just to see it scurry to an unreachable corner. Damnit! Needless to say, this invasion was highly problematic, and the I laid the poison in my room.
The next day I entered my room and heard a scurrying and screeching sound. The poor thing was leaping about the place, lolloping left and right, obviously in a huge amount of pain, its insides at this stage in a bad state due to the poison. I decided to leave it for 15 minutes, as I was sure that it would certainly be dead by that time. 30 minutes later, the same thing. I felt so sorry for the little bugger, so to put it out of its misery it got a couple of very hard hits from my Peavey Strat Copy. Mouse was duly squashed. I actually ended up burying it in the garden, which I don't think you're supposed to do in case a cat finds it, eats the mouse and the poison inside. But I felt bad for the poor thing.
Thing is, there's still one left, regularly pooing in my colander!