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I thought I had the mice under control. I was wrong. My son wanted to stay up late, so I just kicked back on the couch. Around three in the morning, all hell broke loose inside the couch. There were mice screaming and fighting. The entire couch was rocking back and forth. Before I could even react, one mouse popped out from under a cushion and touched my arm. I was quick enough to see its face, peering at me with those big baby blues. It was like I had disturbed them. I've been nice, but those days are over. No more catching and releasing! They're going to die.