That was Mean or My Mom Went Nutso

So my dad found a mouse running around in the basement. We've never had any real problems like that before. My mom flipped out, screaming and yelling... both in fear and anger at having a mouse in the house. We didn't have any traps or anything so my Dad grabbed some raid and sprayed the little guy... It seemed so cruel..... He got all covered in the stuff and curled up and started pawing at his eyes.... I guess they were burning.... It seemed like he was really suffering... Yes I am fully aware that it's just a mouse, but I'd rather see it go quickly then the way this one went. If it was me, I would've tried to catch it alive and then release it in one of the many forest type areas around the neighborhood. At least then it could've had a semi-natural existence. This wasn't even a very big mouse either... it seemed like it was maybe just getting out on its own.... What a life... you live with your parents, finally get old enough to stake out your own life, then ZAP! Sprayed with Raid until deaths agonizing throws come over you.....