Having mice is part of the life here that I have not really gotten use to. I’ve had mice in the places I’ve lived in back in the US, but not with the consistency and regularity that I have here. I keep my house and kitchen clean as possible to avoid attracting mice, but having them around is inevitable.
Today while I was using the bathroom I saw a mouse in the space between the door and the wall. After I was finished taking care of business I went and got the stick that I use to chase/kill bullfrogs out of my shower/toilet area. The mouse was scurrying around and I was trying to crush and kill it by smacking it against the wall. This wasn’t working and the mouse made its way to the top of door and just sort of stared at me in a mocking way. I got pissed. I stood on the toilet and took a swing at the mouse. I didn’t care if I killed it at that point. All I wanted to do was inflict as much pain on this mouse that I possibly could. I got lucky and I hit the mouse. It hit the wall in the next room and landed in a bucket of rainwater that I had collected. I stood over the bucket of water and watched the mouse swim around in it for a while. I was just going to leave it in there to drown, but then I saw it jump and actually come close to getting out. I wasn’t going to let this mouse live after it had mocked me so a couple of minutes earlier. I grabbed my stick again and started toying with the mouse and pushing it into the water. I don’t know if many of you know this, but mice are pretty resilient creatures. They can swim and actually hold their breath for a pretty long time. After toying with it for about 5 minutes I was getting tired of standing there watching the mouse struggle. I took my stick and pinned it to the bottom of the bucket until it drowned. Killing the mouse today was the highlight of my day. I feel like I actually accomplished something by killing the mouse today and may put it in my quarterly report for the Peace Corps.