I prefer the dead mouse in my kitchen that my cat tried to attack but got stuck to the mouse trap paper before she could and flipped out. That's my fondest memory of mice. What was more fun was when Martin and I chased a squirrel out of my house that had founds its way in through the walls around the chimney and taken a bite out of a dozen date snack-bars before leaving little squirrel turns all over my house. Fucking nature.
they werent unkown in 2003 either. Had quite the following back then amongst hip indie kids. One of my exes liked them; I always liked his songwriting and guitar style. Never liked the vocals.