We had a mouse in the house. Yuck. It must have had some mental issues because when we came near or stomped around, it didn't move. Wait, correction. It did move, just very slowly and in circles. I grabbed an old ice cream bucket and very nervously, dropped it down over top of the mouse. It didn't try to run. I was very relieved about that. But now what to do with the thing? Can't just leave it under the bucket until it dies...
Abby said that we couldn't kill it because he was so cute and we needed to get him outside so that he could be with his family. Great. What a tenderhearted child I have. So I grabbed a flat piece of cardboard and slipped it under the bucket and voila! A movable device with a mouse trapped inside. I threw him outside...in the snow...so that he could be with his family. Abby watched him slowly scurry away. She was very please. But now I'm feeling guilty that I probably sentenced that poor little mouse to death by throwing him atop the snow to freeze. I was willing to kill it inside the house. I'm so pathetic.
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What a funny story! I know who Abby gets her sweetness from...although yours is a little more twisted, hers all innocent and cute! That poor mouse.... ;)
I have a dead mouse in my basement that I really don't want to get near. Of course, I should get rid of it sooner than later because it will start to decompose . . . yucky!!!! Better dead though than having a live one. That creeps me out
I saved a mouse that exact same way (I rescued it from our cat) when I was in high school. I hate mice too, so I was totally creeped out, but I couldn't watch our cat maul the poor thing either. As for the mouse...it could have lived. And if it didn't, it was nature...survival of the fittest!
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