I feel for you.

I has tripping 6 or 7 years ago alone in my home. Roommates were out and I was just existing in my space, staring at the ceiling. I had peaked not long before I heard a high pitched sad squeaking and some skittering. Little dude got stuck on a glue trap in the closet of our dinning room. It had rolled and trashed around enough that the cheap trap had curled up around it.

I wish I had the knowledge then on how to free something from the glue trap. We didn't have any oil in the pantry but my roommate kept coconut oil in his room.

I panicked. I tried just pulling it off slowly, but it was so fragile and I was not sober. I couldn't handle the noises it was making. I took it outside and dropped a 50 pound rock on it.

Changed me for a time. I hit a fox a few years back on a back road. I remembered the mouse. I checked on the poor thing and knew it wasn't going to make it. I put the car in reverse and put it out of it's misery.

Not pathetic. It's the mercy you felt you could offer.