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one mouse down

i heard the poor bastard rattling around in the trap at around 6am…but I fell back asleep. woke up at 6:45. more rattling. ugh. so I came down to finish the poor guy off. but either we feed our mice well or the poor guy was a poor gal, and preggers to boot. so if you take a strict utilitarian view of things, maybe the suffering that one mouse had to endure will result in less suffering overall. still, pangs of guilt for the ordeal of my fellow-mammal.