When our neighborhood was really being developed, we got quite a few mice in the house. They were being run out of their habitat and looking for shelter. For some reason, they thought our pantry was just the ticket. One night, I got up and headed to the fridge for a drink and heard this russling in the pantry. Opened the door and this little sucker drops down from a shelf and scampers by me before I can get my wits about me. It's like 2:00 a.m.
A couple of nights later, same scenario but this time, I'm paying attention. I know he's on one of the shelves so I quickly open the door and block the doorway with a couple of boxes. I knew he'd find his way out so I grabbed a broom, quickest thing I could get my hands on. He squeezes out and runs across the floor and I pinned him down with the bristles. Keeping pressure on him, I worked my way up the broom handle and he pokes his head out between the bristles. I said, "Say hello to my little friend" and hammer fisted that bitch til his eye popped out.
Had one on the back porch one day and he went running by me. I stomped on him and couldn't have hit him any more perfectly. Did you know those things pop and the entire innards will shoot a good 10-12 feet and splatter on a wall?