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Originally posted by SleazyDream
ok, trap went off. Penut butter seems to be the fav snack.
mouse wasn't in the trap - he was standing beside it - dazed. I looked a little closer and saw some blood - it had wacked him in the head and the mouse was drunk from a concusion. Moving slow, he looked at me. He looked hurt and looked like he wanted me to help him. I felt really bad for him - then I saw all the shit in the cubord and remembered how he toar my dog food bag to shreads and scattered dog food all over the cuboard. Grrrrr. I put him in a plastic cup and took him to the river and tossed him in.
i'm torn. I honestly feel bad for the little critter but i HAVE to get rid of them. They cannot stay here. I'm tempted to get some sort of live trap system in the future though. I really didn't like the way the hurt mouse looked at me. That kind of stuff can haunt you - esp since he's probally got 200 children.......
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I know the feeling when I was young I used to shoot birds with my bb gun and one time the bird didn't die and was flopping around. I freaked out and my dad made me finish the job.
that was the last time I shot a bird with it.