I killed a mouse tonight

I have just committed an act of cold, bloody, premeditated murder. When I got home from work tonight, I saw a mouse in my kitchen sink. I knew I had a mouse or mice in my apartment (which is why cleaning it up is a task that I must do this weekend). But I digress. I took a bottle and kept trying to squoosh it. Eventually (it was a pretty fast mouse) I did. Now back will come the baits, traps and poisons. I am not squeamish about the extermination of little rodents who take up residence in my apartment and refuse to pay rent.