Tallpine - Never saw the movie. Around our place, we've got three dogs and two cats. The only mice we have are either (a) indescribably stupid or (b) genetically perfected uber-rodents. The "catch and release (for a few seconds) doesn't work for us, since I only use the snap-traps.
Now, as for a mice stories...
I grew up in a very old ex-farmhouse which had a basement and foundation which was more porous than the US-Mexican border. My mom also possesses a completely irational and debilitating fear of small rodents. At times, hilarity ensued.
When I was in Jr High and High school, about once a year I'd walk through the back door and hear mom screaming. She'd be up on the kitchen counter, while one or both cats were playing with a live mouse. Personally, I think the cats just liked messing with her. The best part was her incredible indecision. She'd want the mouse dead... or released into the yard... but no, it might come back in... yes, definitely dead... wait, how are you going to kill it... no, you can't do that... just get rid of it... Eeeeeeeek!
I'd just roll my eyes, laugh inside, draw the thing out a bit and then kill the mouse and throw it in the trash. She'd climb down and then blather on about how she knew the mouse was harmless, but it still scared the crud out of her.
The funny thing is that she grew up in a small, mostly rural town (and she's a staunch conservative to boot). She talks about when she was a kid, they'd have to walk past a chicken creamery on the way home from school, and the kids would go out back and throw heads at each other... for fun. But a live mouse will make her go nuts.
Go figure.
