This week I caught 2 mice in my electrocution trap.
My 37-year old self doesn't feel any differently about killing mice than my 4-year old self. I hate killing things, but I also hate mice poop in my baking dishes so it's a compromise.
And on a lighter, unrelated note. Millie is teaching me a little bit about living her best life. Here she is after having dumped out a whole bag of trail mix just to eat the M&Ms. At 8 am. The quest for chocolate can't start too early or be dissuaded by too many peanuts, almonds or raisins.