Well. As I write this I'm watching 'Masterchef' on TV.
I feel a little sick. Not cos of watching the TV prog.
I feel sick cos I have to 'dispose' of the mouse that I killed.
His tiny eyes were open. I just hope he didn't suffer and his death was quick.
Dunno why I'm feeling so negative about this but that is how I feel.
I think it's cos I've ended a life. Not aided by looking at the open eyes of the little grey man.