My mom and sister are scared of mice so the one who sets the trap and dispose of the mice caught is me. One time my sister went into the kitchen and screamed as if she was going to be murdered so I quickly ran to her and saw that a mouse was stuck to a sticky trap but just barely. I took two bags and grabbed the non-stick part of the trap and put it in the bags. I left it there for a while and then took the bags to throw out. Apparently while I was busy the mouse was able to chew a while through both bags and was close to escaping. I hurriedly went to the elevator, waited in suspense because the mouse was so close to being free. The elevator came and I went in and the mouse jumped down. It became a race between the elevator and it. It was so close but was ultimately caught and I saw the mouse struggle and die. I didn’t have anything to pick him up so I plan was to kick him out. Unfortunately the mouse fell between. The gap the the elevator and first floor.
Another story is the one when I saw a mouse scurry so I went to grab a broom. The mouse was by the bikes so I started thwacking it. My mom heard the commotion from her room, opened her door and asked me what I was doing. Once I told her she promptly closed her door and started communicating through the door. I kept thwacking until I was sure the mouse was dead. This time I grabbed the mouse but not before wrapping it on paper and plastic bags and took the trash out.
My dad would take the mice stuck to the trap , throw it in the bin then have a bon fire in the trash can. He knew I hated the idea of hurting any kind of animal , so he always did it because I would usually cry and let em go. Once I caught him roasting weenies over it. I thought my dad was crazy till my younger sister admitted she would usually drown them.
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