I killed a mouse once.
the cats had been at it and there was no way it would survive, so the quickest and most humane way I could find to end it's suffering was to hit it very hard with a brick. A small thing maybe but I am a complete wuss in these matters and it still makes me feel shitty to think about it.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:50, 10 replies)

I did this with a man.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:59, closed)

this it
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:02, closed)

RUDE!

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:07, closed)

The best one is when they get caught a glue trap
Unless you are willing to let it struggle until it dies of exhaustion you have to squash it. Remember to fold the sticky sheet over first.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:44, closed)

Apparently*
... in some cities people throw them out of the window into the street, so that cars run them over and dispatch the rodents.


* all statements starting with "apparently" are of dubious veracity
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:55, closed)

Yeah, that's how I killed the couple we had in the kitchen
Gently folded sticky trap followed by short, sharp application of housebrick. I felt bad about it but spring-loaded traps are a sure-fire way of trapping your own fingers, and those so-called 'humane' traps are useless.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:56, closed)

My mum had a humane trap, and it worked quite well (even caught an escaped hamster once). Until, that is, she put it away open, whereupon it proceeded to capture, and then starve (or dehydrate, whatever) its final victim. Not very humane after all.

Went in the bin after that.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 22:25, closed)

Humane traps are useless.
I baited mine with peanut butter, the mice ignored it; I put down poison, they scoffed it and died. Trouble was, I forgot about the poison in the meter cupboard, and so opened it a few weeks later to find a decomposing mouse, which left a little outline behind when I peeled it off the shelf.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 7 Aug 2013, 10:23, closed)

When I lived in Bethnal Green in a flat that was overrun with the little buggers
I think the humane traps caught a grand total of two mice, which I then had to take at least two miles from the house to prevent them returning

Ultimately it was easier to just move out
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 7 Aug 2013, 10:25, closed)

I have no guilt at all for this:
This was when I was working in the Falklands
Put a bit of a Tunnocks caramel bar in a plastic bag.
Tack the bag upright to the wall.
The mouse will get into the bag. When you hear it rustling, hold the bag closed and slam it against the wall a few times.
No more mouse.
/Is well experienced in mouse hunting.
The corridor we used to live in was infested. Sometimes I'd be woken up in the middle of the night by a mouse crawling across my face. One night I'd bought a pack of Tunnocks from the NAAFI and just chucked the bag on the bedside table before going out to get drunk. I get back, go to bed and get woken by a rustling noise. A mouse had got into the bag and was scoffing my Tunnocks bars. A couple of slams against the wall did the trick.
The tacking the bag upright against the wall thing came later after we found mice climbing into the bin in our lounge which was just a binbag pinned to a wall beam with the bottom of the bag about a foot off the floor. The little fuckers could get in but not back out.
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Tue 6 Aug 2013, 19:48, closed)