A few years ago I was without a chap to do things like disposing of mice and other vermin, ah isn't that a great word - vermin vermin vermin in the gloamin, wermin, worming, warming, oh sorry, we had a lecture on the Dada movement today and it seems to have affected me.
Anyway, back to the story. At that time my daughter, then aged about 5, was extremely fond of all living creatures to the point that she was practically a vegetarian. One day as she watched me spray a cockroach she burst into tears.
I explained that they really had no place in our home as they contaminate food etc... to which she replied between sobs, and with an agonized expression on her face "I know that Mum, and I know we have to kill them, and rats too, and I hate them ... but they are the same as everything, they're just trying to make a living!"
And they are too you know.
But they still make me feel screamish.