We caught a mouse.

I really wish the traps worked instantly. They would be so much less traumatic that way. So you wait a few minutes until you're sure it's dead, but the beady black eyes look the same as they do when the mouse is alive, and it looks like it's staring you down, but it's skull is just crushed, and it's dangling limply from the trap, and you know you're likely to hear that soft "snap" again some time this winter and just because you opened the trash chute and let the dead mouse fall, fall 22 stories, you can't stop it from happening again, and you shouldn't still be seeing those beady eyes, bulging accusingly from their sockets, because I like cheese and peanut butter, too.

So passes the lesser pointed archer.