We've got a, hopefully small, mouse problem in the house. I was able to catch one last week via trap but Monday evening I was getting ready to go out and fill up the gas tank. I pick up one of my sandals and out scurries a small bundle of fur from our furnace room. The thing was only an inch long so it was obviously a baby. It ran next to my other sandal, trying to hide?, and we sort of stared at one another for a second. It started to make a dash for my bathroom and I did the only thing possible: I thwacked the little sucker. Yep I can now officially say my Birkenstock is a deadly weapon. Split his head wide open. Anyone else have any war stories on defending your home from vermin?