A friend of mine used to live on a house in London that would regularly have skittering sounds in the walls and cupboards
Shit, they thought, we have mice. So they put down one of those umane trap things, a sort of cage style device.

The next morning they were woken up by the sound of screaming from inside the kitchen. Going intot he kitchen they saw that the trap had caught not a mouse, but a fucking huge Hackney sewer rat. It was barely capable of moving in there and was screaming and working itself up into a proper bloody foaming mouth frenzy trying to chew its way out of a metal cage.

Obviously, my friend thought "fuck humane" and went to get a kitchen knife. He says he had to stab the thing three times before it died.

So, in answer to your question. No, I've not killed a damn thing.
( Kroney, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 19:58, 4 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Fuck me, that gives me the Fear.

( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:01, Reply)

Eurgh, this.

(berk, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:06, Reply)

I am shivering at the thought of that.
There is nothing scarier than a screaming/screeching animal.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:05, Reply)

Damn straight, can't fucking stand hackney hoodies, best way to deal with them.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:08, Reply)

To hear him tell it, it was a proper red-eyed plague-bearer
though I don't know how much of that is exaggeration due to 'Nam-style PTSD
( Kroney, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:16, Reply)

Great, I already have mad paranoia about mice in this house :/

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 20:57, Reply)