Word to the wise: before you kill a mouse/rat/guinea pig, make sure it's not someone's pet. My old roommate's girlfriend had a guinea pig (which I didn't know) and for whatever reason she decided to bring it over when she spent the night one time. Well the damn thing got into my room somehow and when I woke up to take a piss that night I saw it moving around in my room. Well I had my contacts out and the lights were out so I thought it was a rat or something. I of course did the most logical thing by screaming like a little bitch and throwing my heavy-ass zoology textbook directly down on it. I guess I should've known something was up when it just froze instead of running when I ran screaming like a banshee at it. Anyways, the book completely crushed it. Luckily the poor thing died instantly or at least it wasn't moving when I picked it up and only left a small spot of blood on the carpet. Well my other (3rd) roommate was up watching tv and heard me and came into the room and was like "What the hell did you do to Carmen?" I explained the situation and he agreed to help me dispose of it. Well like the genius he is, my roommate suggested flushing it. And like the genius I am, I agreed to the idea. I had taken bigger shits that went down smoothly so I didn't anticipate the damn thing stopping the toilet up, but of course it did. Well a couple pushes of the plunger later Carmen was on the way down to her watery grave. The best part was the next day when we both spent two hours wandering around our townhouse on our hands and knees with the girlfriend calling out "Carmen" when we knew damn well the little shit wasn't coming out. We felt too guilty to tell her though. The girl was as dumb as a brick and annoyed the piss out of us anyways. We told the third roommate what happened once she left and he thought it was hilarious because he hated the thing.