Would PETA Be Angry

I have a lot of remembering to do. The older I get the more I recall. Some of it, no, a lot of it dates back to my youth. Every once in awhile I'll think of guys who were on my Little League team. It was called the Knights of Columbus Giants. A kid didn't have to be Catholic to be on the team. In those days there was a rub against a kid if he was a "minny muncher" but once people got to know us it wasn't so bad.
There was a kid on our team named Greg Davis. I was the pitcher and he was the catcher and we became as good of friends as 12 year-olds can be. Greg lived on a farm about a mile south of Boone. Once upon a time he asked me to spend the day at his place. I thought that'd be fun. I'd been on farms a couple of times and I found them interesting. City kids don't get to be around cows and chickens, pigs and goats. Lunches on farms are big affairs; "gotta keep your strength up", farmers would say. Along about four in the afternoon Greg and I were getting sort of bored and looking for something to do. His dad said, "why not go to the barn and look for mice". Being a naive kid I wondered why we'd do that since they did have a cat. Well, we started turning over boards and slats, doors and bricks; any place a mouse could hide. We saw hundreds of adult mice scurry away in all directions but--they left all their babies behind. Greg had two large knives. In my mind they were machetes and he handed one to me and then we we started. It was like a Ronco chopping machine. We cut and sliced and diced for what seemed like and hour. We were on a rampage to murder every future Mickey and Minnie on the farm. "Job well done", said Mr. Davis upon completion of the slaughter at 'farm town'.
My question is, would PETA be angry with us? Did we do wrong? Is this why I remember the incident after all these years? Have I a suppressed memory and written about this in a previous blog? And, finally, if I did, who cares------except for the mice.