The Rodent Saga

Let me begin by telling you the tale of our mice. I live in a 3 bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Jen and Oriana are my roommates. In addition, Oriana's roommate Zad (short for Farzad. He has no front teeth) basically lives with us as well. We've just started charging him utilities. Anyways, a few months ago, we saw a mouse. We set out glue traps, with no luck. Jen decided that the mouse was sick and dying anyways, since it sort of gimped when it ran and seemed a little desperate. A few weeks later, we found out she wasn't sick. Nope. She was pregnant. Soon, we had hordes of tiny mice running everywhere. Even I was grossed out, and I have a high tolerance for grossness. My boyfriend, Joe, who's greatest fear is mice, has not been to my house in five weeks.
Eventually one of these mice did get caught in one of our glue traps. It began to squeak it's little heart out in fear. Fortunately (for the mouse) Zad was home. And fortunately (for both Zad and the mouse) I was not. Because he then proceeded to take the creature outside, still stuck in the glue trap, and rub it's feet with Goo-gone for hours, painstakingly freeing it from the trap.
When I told my mom this story, she laughed so hard she dropped the phone. Mice are lower than mosquitoes to my parents. True, they don't bite you, but they do poop everywhere and the aversion to cleaning is nearly a disease in my family. Why on earth would you free a mouse? "Put a paper towel over it's head and smack it with a hammer," she told me. Ah, the life lessons to be learned. So Zad and Oriana insisted that glue traps were barbaric and they bought a bunch of live traps.
That weekend I was alone in the apartment. Two mice (on separate occasions) got into the bathtub and couldn't get out again when I yanked out the shower curtain away. I drowned them. I found one mouse mired in a glue trap, already dead. And I found one in a live trap. I opened the trap, dumped him in the tub, and drowned him too.
The mother hasn't appeared in some time and there only seems to be one baby left. He's laying low these days. He must have heard what happened.
Jasmine Smith: Mouse Killer Extraordinare.