That sucked, hardcore

*shudder* I hated every single part of doing that.

Backstory: I went to do some laundry. It’s dark out and I generally forget to turn the lights on before this occurs since I only go downstairs when I a) do laundry b) cook c) leave the house. Even then, it doesn’t matter. I’ve been here a few months now and can work my way in the dark without issues. Once again, it’s dark and I’m loading my clothes into the washer when I hear this weak rustling sound to my left. I’m SO GLAD I didn’t stick my hand on the dryer on said left at any point during this adventure. I finish loading my clothes, shut the lid, and hit the now uncovered light switch.
A poor mouse was half stuck on a glue trap on top of the dryer. It was heartbreaking. Not being able to think of much of anything, let alone a plan of action, I calmly walked back up to my room while trying to process what I just saw. Was that trap ever there before? Nope. Did I know we had a mouse problem? Definitely not. Did my landlord mention that he was putting down or moving traps? I would definitely have remembered that. I mention the problem to friends on IM and one of them actually told me to get a hammer. Ok, look. People who only know me through reading this blog (or from tv or OpenAlpha) don’t know me as well as my real life friends or most of the people on my IM list but you probably could surmise that I could never, ever, in a zillion years take a hammer to a defenseless mouse unless there were some seriously extreme circumstances surrounding the necessity of that particular course of action. So ignoring their ‘advice’ I called my parents.

Go Mom. She knew that the so-called solution involving a hammer was simply not an option for me. She had to work hard to convince me that there wasn’t anything I could really do, not to touch it no matter what, and that I had to get it outside no matter how much I’d hate myself for it. She also stressed that leaving it there wasn’t going to do anyone any good. I was instructed to get a box, slide the trap off the dryer into it with a broom, and then take it outside to the side of the house. She failed to mention (but probably knew all along) that while I am capable of that, it was gonna break my heart. In matters like this I am a total softie. You might use other words there; just don’t use them to my face if you’d like yours to remain intact. Anyway, the mouse freaked out major as I got close and it was even worse when I deftly moved him (cause I felt like picking a gender) into the box. I’ll admit it, I was crying cause of the sound and having to watch him fight like that. I tried to be as smooth with my movements as possible but I don’t know if it made any real difference. Geez, it’s been an hour now and I still tear up thinking about it :(

So now he’s outside in a box. My landlord will definitely be questioned about this when I see him tomorrow. Nobody needs a surprise like that.