My apartment recently had an unwelcome visitor. He was a little mouse.
One day, roommate S said to me, "I think we keep the place pretty clean, but... I saw a mouse a few nights ago." Roommate S is much more of a night owl than myself, so she spent many a late night hearing his "rustling."
After S told us about him, roommate K and I were watching television one night. She startled and said, "Did you hear that?!?!" I hadn't, but I went right to investigate. After freaking out - may I remind you there was a mouse behind our microwave - I went to try and catch him. And failed. Miserably. After chatting with K about what we should do, both of us came to the conclusion that we should name him. Obviously. K picked out "Thomas."
Upon discussing Thomas with S, we discovered she, too, had named him - Russell. "Because he rustles!" Hence, Russell Thomas.
I bought (humane) mouse traps, and set those up, probably a week ago. After a few false trappings (probably it just got hit,) this morning I heard him. Picking up the trap, I knew Russell Thomas was in there!
While this was exciting (as no one really wants a mouse around,) I then had to figure out what to do with him. I wasn't going to outright kill him. I considered throwing him in the trash, but that seemed really mean - he'd die, and slowly. I wanted to release him, but I was really worried that someone would yell at me. I mean, we didn't want a mouse in our apartment, others probably didn't want one being released outside of theirs.
Too bad. That's what I ended up doing.
So, Russell Thomas, we wish you the best, but please don't return. Pass the message along to your friends!
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