Perhaps when some see this they see a picture of a dead mouse.
I became vegetarian 35 years ago when I killed a bird while out "hunting" with a group of friends after a night of partying.
I feel very bad whenever I kill something.
I also feel an obligation to keep the house from being "infested".
I have spent a lot of money on live traps, trying to seal the house better, etc and every winter I get mice (who seem to always figure out how to get out of live traps).
To me the title could be called giving in.