I was in the middle of dream when I was awaken by squealing. Groggily, I turned on the light and saw a little mouse stuck on one of the glue traps I set out during the summer to catch any june bugs that might crawl into the house.
I watched it for a while, it’s furry body was stuck painfully on the glue trap, stuck in some contorted way. It’s right ear was torn from it’s struggle. I could see it’s heart beating frantically in its stomach. Every time I came near it, it writhed in fear and would squeal as loud as it could.
I’ve caught mice in glue traps for years and I have disposed of them without a problem but for some reason this one mouse really bothered me. I saw myself as that little mouse, trapped and petrified, unable to escape, unsure of what would happen next, wishing for anything but the predicament I was currently in…
Fuck… I can not keep doing this… I can’t keep being like this. Something needs to change or I need to end.