Mice and "men"

So for the past few weeks, my family has been fighting the never-ending battle against mice in our house. Every few years or so a mouse finds its way into our house except this time, the mouse was either pregnant or two mice started a nest. After killing two mice, Mom discovered a third mouse hiding behind some food above the microwave. Mom's scream brought my dad and I to the kitchen where mom had trapped the mouse. We tried multiple things including trying to scare it into a trap and vacuuming the little pest. Dad got out a hammer and gave it to me to whack the mouse. I'm already afraid of mice, which I discovered today, and I didn't want to see a mutilated mouse smashed on a hammer.
So my dad took the hammer and told me to move the fridge so he could kill the mouse. In moving the fridge, I caused the change jar to almost crown my dad. Despite the efforts, and my hiding behind the threshold, the mouse got away. My dad teased me saying that at least now, he knew he had TWO daughters. Mom teased him by telling me that dad was too scared to hold the hammer himself and made me do it. So overall, my dad and I discovered that we're both wimps. LOL