“I kill rodents any chance I get.”
My dad had an uncanny ability to catch mice. He never used his hands, usually grabbed whatever was within reach to hit it. One time he actually pushed one into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal. That’s the only time I ever felt sorry for a mouse. The sound was sickening.
I was in downtown Seattle a few years ago walking down the sidewalk carrying a briefcase and a big rat ran out in front of me. I ran him down and cornered him in an indented retail doorway and stomped as hard as I could. A lot of people were watching and no small number of them thought it was hilarious. A businessman with a briefcase chasing down a rat downtown.
Oh wow, I always wondered how one made Mice-a-roni!