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.
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Umm why are you using glue traps on mice anyway? They’re excessively cruel torture devices. What do you do with the mice? I hope you put them out of their misery, humanely. “Disposed of them” – how? I shudder at the thought, because I always see people who use glue traps as someone who’s heartless and just dumps them in the bin to starve to death. I’m not saying you do it, but still… it’s cruel…
Now that you seem to have a sense of empathy about torturing a helpless little animal, then don’t use them.