I am officially a certified hunter/killer. There was a mousie in my house this weekend. I was wierding out my peepul, because I was sitting on the floor staring at the bookshelf all morning yesterday. My Mum was wondering why so she looked under and found the little dude. They decided to leave it alone and see if I could catch it. Well peepul of the house, wonder no longer! The mouse is officially ded. I caught him and killed him yesterday while the went out wine tasting with their friend. They came home to find ded mousie on da floor. They were very proud of my accomplishment and so was I. Even though there was no blood on the mousie, they thought it to be in bad taste to photograph it, so we have no pictorial proof to show you, but just know if any more of the little critters decide to come in threatening my food bowl, they won't last long. Mousies Beware!