I live out in the country. We've had a mouse in the house for about a month now.
I know because it took up residence in my room, and at random times, late at night, I'd see it running across my carpet. I can peacefully co-exist with creatures as long as they don't get on my nerves or eat my stuff.
My dad bought a mouse trap today. A superglue padded one. Mouse steps on it, mouse gets stuck. Mouse stays there al night and starves to death. Find it the next morning, etc.
He sets it, and 20 minutes later, he opened the cabinet and there it was, wriggling away. He laughs and that...
annoys the living mess out of me. He'd sit there and let it die.
"Dad, let me see!!" Acting like I'm eager to see the mouse in the trap.
*He hands me the trap.*
*I grab a paper towel and run out of the house.*
I'm getting yelled at the whole way I'm running down the hill.
I get what is probably toxic glue all over my hands, but I get the little mouse free without hurting him or getting bitten myself.
S'all good. I'm not grounded or anything. Even if I was,
so what?