I caught a mouse today at work. There's a smoking room in the basement, and as I walked down the hallway to get there I saw the furry, little, gray vermin looking at me. I think it was both terrified and disoriented by the bright lights; I felt bad for it, and didn't want it to get trampled or otherwise immediately exterminated. I managed to corner it and pick it up by the tail, then I put it out in the heated underground garage. I'm too tender-hearted.
I felt good about doing my good deed for the day.
I felt good about doing my good deed for the day.
i like your mouse story. we have mice at my work, i know because of all the shit hidden places... however i haven't yet seen one. i used to raise pet mice... i don't think i have ever seen a mouse in a vermin-context. i would be like AWW, but also EWW.