I just couldn't kill a mouse or a rat. They're so sweet and furry. One of the mice the cats brought in was cornered in my dining room. I managed to get the Three Musketeers out of the room and returned to the little chap. He was up on his hind legs facing me, trembling all over and looking me bravely in the eye, begging for his life. My heart turned over, such pleading and terror in his eyes! I succeeded eventually in popping a plastic mixing bowl over him and gently slid a tray under it, then I carried him far down the field and set him free. He looked dazed for a second, then scurried off into the undergrowth. I shed tears about him, he was so small, vulnerable and thought he was going to die. I know I could never have snuffed out his tiny life.