Trespassers Must Pay!

I thought I saw a mouse. It ran behind the heater. My daughter jumped and screamed so loud I thought I'd have to beat her! I grabbed the kitchen mop. My son, he grabbed the broom but all we did was scare the thing and chase it from the room. I guess I'm not too helpful when I'm standing on the chair but I'm not going near that room until it's out of there! I hate the change of seasons because it never fails. There's bound to be the visits from their tiny little tails. I know it's mean to say this but I've set a nasty trap. The one sound that I love to hear is that vicious little..... SNAP! For all you ''mousy lovers'' forgive my evil ways but trespassers are trespassers and here....trespassers pay!