If the opportunity presents itself I'll stomp a mouse as if it was a cockroach. The mouse has to show itself close to one of my shod feet. I don't even think about it. Just, bam.
Thankfully that seldom happens.
People look at me like I'm a perfect monster as I pick the now limp creature up by its little mousey tail. It's a good thing they don’t see it close up like I do. They would never speak to me again.
It's vermin, people. Stomp it.