these plastic ones turned out to mostly just grab the mouse and hold them there, crushing them slowly, as when i checked the trap in the morning, the mouse wasnt snapped like a normal trap does, it was just squished

nice to see how great people call a slow suffocation more humane than a quick snapped spine death

As far as I can see, I finished with them getting hungry.

@Flappycunt: I like your style.

@conan776: You make me cry with laughing

Place peanut butter on center of tp roll, insert wire through tp roll, attach wire over bucket, place something (sisters sweater)against bucket for mice to climb to top of bucket- they try to cross the tp roll and fall into bucket.. fill bucket with various fluids to see what kills them fastest- water, dishsoap, drano, acid.etc….

the following saturday, i discovered the mother and the babies in the (very unused) potato peeler. i was TRYING to move them outside, but the other person carrying the other half of the peeler dropped it when momma picked up one of the babies and made a run for it, right out of the peeler. he freaked out and dropped it, so six or seven jelly bean sized babies and momma scattered all over the floor. she disappeared down a hole by the water heater, and we were left with mice that we couldnt care for, and we had no idea if she would come back. so i put the babies in a garbage bag and dropped a sledge hammer on them. im pretty sure they didnt feel anything.

momma showed up about half an hour later, and i trapped and killed her in a similar spot, in a similar fashion, with a similar instrument of death.

oh, and one of the workers in the kitchen is a vegetarian. she doesnt like me all that much, and i cant figure out why. just throwing that out there.

I think the children mice are starving, so the mommy mouse was forced to make the perilous journey o find some nourishing ketchup bread. When hours past, and still mommy didn’t return, daddy mouse took the heartbreaking decision to leave his mewling children, if only for a short time, to find is beloved wife and bring home some food before his children starved. When he saw her, spine broken, blood dripping down the coiled spring of the trap, he was so blinded with rage and despair at the death of the only mouse he’d ever felt a true bond with that he didn’t see the glinting jaws of his own demise, right in front of him.

And all the while, the tiny, cute little baby mice are crying out for their parents, as the hunger pangs grow stronger.

I mean, it’s just a theory, but I thought I’d put it on the table.

Maybe they got both killed at the same time.