Dude you guys are killing me. Brought back some memories of my last trip to south america, my family owns a grainery in a small town. These things were the size of your forearm we whacked em pretty good 1 beer a mouse my uncle was buyin
We had a 30' long hallway in our house growing up. My father would put balls of cheese on one end and we would sit at the other end with a pellet gun and pick em off.