As you all should know by now, I hate mice — at least, when they’re in my space. I noticed a mouse in the kitchen this week (hopefully only one) and baited a trap with peanut butter. Then I heard the snap! All well and good.
But then I looked over and saw its little mouse feet frantically clawing at the air before it died. I felt really bad.
I acknowledge my place in the food chain, but I don’t want to watch.