It was so small and cute and sad… and squeaking, and writhing around to try to get free... his entire side body was stuck to that trap. SO.. I got one of the cleaning guys and a co-worker to help me take the trap the sidewalk – armed with a fork and knife, I pried him off the trap and tried to free the mouse. There was so much goo on him, that he just kind of stuck to the sidewalk and my co-worker told me he was done for. He took the fork and laid it near the bushes.
I couldn't bear the thought of the mouse just dying on the sidewalk, and started my own animal rescue initiative. 3 minutes later, I went back armed with rubber gloves, water and smoking ash (with Berto, the cleaning guy, aka my new friend) – to try to clean him off.. and he was gone. Not sure if my other co-worker moved him because I was so sad about him just dying on the street, a bum picked him up, or now there’s a baby mouse roaming the streets of Venice with a fork stuck to his back. But this is how I get stuck until midnight at work when I really just wanted to leave at 8pm today...
Safe to say.. I am anti-sticky mouse traps.
Yea.. those little dots? That's rat poo. Little baby rat poo.
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