So I’ve had some little mice getting into some birdseed in my basement. I don’t hate mice. Like us, they’re just little mammals trying to get along and care for theur families.
I found two of the little tiny buggers stuck in a spider trap—one of those gooey trays that catches brown recluses etc. They were both about dead and I had to drown them in a bucket. Have been amazed the few times I’ve had to carry out this grisly task, how such a tiny squeek of air could sustain a life.
It’s easy to say “Oh, they’re destructive, and they carry diseases...” How much more does that apply to us, the humane, the mouse drowners.