How do you feel when feeding mice, rats, etc.?

[anatess]

When I was little, living in the Philippines, we used to get these mice come into the house. And man, my mother - one of my fond memories of childhood with my mother - would go psycho! I mean, she's this super OCD mom who has to have everything sausage-and-span clean etc. So, when she sees a mouse she yells at everybody to "take your positions" and we would come armed with rubber flip-flops. Even our doberman gets to be part of the troops. And we would barricade the mouse, on our hands and knees flip-flops in hand. My mother would get the broom and poke at where the mouse is - usually under the fridge or the piano - and the minute it comes running out there we are ready to whack its head with a flip-flop! We would whack and whack until the critter is dead... I mean, I never thought about feeling dejected for the poor mouse - especially since my parents had to come up with a lot of money to replace the piano strings when a mouse ate the darned things.

But now, man, I didn't realize how much I really hate feeding these little furries to the snake. Especially the ASFs when they look more like my sons' pet hamsters than mice. I have now completely delegated the task of feeding the snakes to the boys. I don't want to have to see it. Nope. Don't have the stomach for it anymore. But, I still smile when I reminisce about my mother, the flip-flops, and the poor mouse...