Kinda of like how my grandfather reacted to a mouse in my mother's childhood home. One day my grandfather noticed a mouse sitting at the top of the stairs. He got the broom from the kitchen and THWAP! Handled the mouse problem.

Well... somehow my aunt had bought herself a pet hamster (as a 10-year-old in the 70s) and secretly kept it in a shoe box in her closet. Well one day it got loose and while my aunt, my mom and their siblings weren't home.

Unfortunately for my aunt, she connected the dots about her "missing" hamster when my grandfather showed them the "mouse" he killed earlier.

Never told my grandfather the truth about his mouse.