The mouse is not looking good. At this point it feels cruel not to kill it, but I just can't think of how to do it without traumatizing myself. Putting it in tupperware in the freezer or burying it is all I can think of and I don't want to do either. :-(
Mr. Ashley says he'll take care of it when he gets home, but that's a long time to be suffering.
I don't even like mice but it is such a soft, tiny little thing.
Stupid fucking Murphy.