so, my dad puts a mouse trap in the grage to kill mice and stop them from chewing wires...and coming in our actual house...i have never liked the idea, in fact i pretty much hate it, because i love animals...
i told him the other day how it is ironic that we have a pet hamster here upstairs that gets pampered and fed everyday...and its almost genetically identical to the mice he tries to kill..
anyway, tonight i stepped into the garage, and opened the fridge, i heard a snap...
i didnt want to look, and i knew what it was, but then i heard some more movement so i looked..
it was a mouse caught in the trap, with its head crushed, and its heart still beating incredibly fast..
i thought, well this might be natural, the heart still beating after the brain is dead..
but after a few seconds it moved and squirmed and SQUEAKED..
damn, i was shocked and felt really bad for the little guy, he looked in so much pain, i had no idea what to do, so i got down and tried to free him, i knew it was a bit dangerous, but i had to do it...
so i let him loose and he got up and lopsidedely walked slowly, limping to behind the place where he probably was hiding originally..
and yes i washed my hands...a small inconveniecne i thought, to save the little guy from some pain.
i know he is probably dead know, and i know you guys probably wont give a crap about it....but it has wierdly affected me emotionally and im almost crying here as i write this.
i had the idea that mousetraps were instant painless deaths, but this was awful and seemed inhumane, im a bit distressed by it and hope other mice dont suffer in the same way...and i hope that mouse didnt suffer as much as he seemed to...
this is really affecting me, am i wierd or what?
