So i had a little furry friend rumaging through one of my storage closets. It actually didn't really bother my much (there was no evidence of him in the kitchen and I am not afraid of them) till I noticed he was chewing through everything, so I bought a humane mouse trap to catch and release him elsewhere.
Well the first week or so, I got no bites. It had been months since I'd seen him, so I thought maybe he died or left. I forgot about the trap.
Well tomorrow is trash day and I had a bunch of stuff in that closet that I wanted to toss. A feeling af dread creeps over me as suddenly I glance down at the trap that I had forgotten about. Door to trap closed? Check. Dead mouse inside who cruelly starved to death in what turned out to be it's own personal coffin? Check. Nef crying and feeling like a retard for crying? Check.
Well the first week or so, I got no bites. It had been months since I'd seen him, so I thought maybe he died or left. I forgot about the trap.
Well tomorrow is trash day and I had a bunch of stuff in that closet that I wanted to toss. A feeling af dread creeps over me as suddenly I glance down at the trap that I had forgotten about. Door to trap closed? Check. Dead mouse inside who cruelly starved to death in what turned out to be it's own personal coffin? Check. Nef crying and feeling like a retard for crying? Check.