I give up - the mice have won

And so now they must die.

It has been months now that we have had a variety of humane traps set out to try and catch our furry little guests, but apparently an animal that is too stupid not to mate with it's own sister is smart enough to avoid and even get out of these humane traps.  Their big mistake was going into the bedroom - when I found their little turds in the box of hand-me-downs I had stored on a shelf I knew that their time was short for this world, and when I realized that they had moved into my car I lost my last bit of empathy for the little creatures.

They are small and multiply quickly a sure sign of a creature very close to the bottom of the food chain - in other words they are meant to be killed by things at the top of the food chain, things like me.  So out come the spring traps and see if they can get out of that one.  We will throw their little bodies out into the woods to be dinner for some scavenger which with the impending winter (though who knows when that will be the way things are going) will be greatly appreciated, and by doing that I will feel a bit better about having to kill them.

I feel little guilt as I tried to be sensitive and nice and gave them every opportunity to climb into the little box and be released into the woods to be eaten by the hawk.  They chose to stick around and have driven me to my mousicidal ways.

Would it be morbid to keep a mouse body count?