I have always preferred rats to mice, they are usually a better and more intact model and they don’t bite as much. You can build a relationship with them. Mice suck, or rather bite and are dumb to boot.
But I have worked with mice, and used to be the one who got called in to catch them if they got loose.
So why do I sit in my bed wide eyed and trembling when I hear squeaking?
It’s probably my bad conscience for putting out poison for them. I’ve never heard a mouse make so much noise. And I was afraid to go out and look.
The next morning I found out anyway.
I’ve killed it, in a way that would never get through any ethical committee. The sounds it made in its death throes kept me awake all night. Also, there’s mouse droppings in my bed.
Well, I guess that’s karma for you..