Back in the day I worked for Unisys (is that company even around anymore?) and downstairs on the floor of the stairwell was a mouse. The facilities manager had a shoe or piece of wood or something and was about to smash the poor mouses head in. I go running over -- I think I was five month pregnant at the time -- and yelled at him. I got a hammermillgraphicpaper box, scooped him up, set him free outside. lol, the look on the facilities manager's face! Poor little mouse shouldn't have to have his head bashed in cause he wandered to the inside.