So in general I hate killing anything I don't intend to eat, or that isn't trying to hurt me (like mosquitos). That said, I have been a bit murder-happy with the spotted lanternflies I come across. But otherwise I really don't like killing anything. So today I get to my mountain house and do the usual check of the mouse traps. We use sticky traps as the seem quite effective. Whenever I catch one I do tend to feel bad as it couldn't possibly have been a good death stuck to the trap like that, however I realize the necessity of keeping mice out of my house so I deal with it.
But today I get to my house and while doing the usual check I found one mouse stuck to a trap. My wife was here two weeks ago so it couldn't have been that old (she reset the traps before she left. I pick up the trap and start to carry it to the trash bin, and I happen to look a little closer at it. Again I think about how I hate killing mice because they are kinda cute... but... they have to go... and then it moved... breathed a little. Wiggled a bit on the trap. Damn. Still alive. I really felt bad now.
Took it outside, turned it over on some leaves on the concrete patio and stomped it. Couldn't think of a better way to end the poor thing's life. I hated seeing it suffer like that.
For some reason I am sitting here drinking a beer and toasting the poor mouse who happened to try to make my house a warm place to hide from the cold and got caught in my trap...