Should I ever encounter a wee m-o-u-s-e in my abode again (gawd, I hope not), I'll keep the following in mind: Don't throw it into a bonfire while it's still alive.
I hate m-i-c-e but dude, that's just mean. Bludgeon the wee fucker to death first and then make with the funeral pyre. Sheesh, is there no decency left in this world?
