Mouse Hunters

Beneath this innocuous (or some may find ominous) window is a deadly mousetrap holding a helpless, squeaking rodent captive. (Behind that window, I imagine, is an evil household akin to the Carters from THE HILLS HAVE EYES.) Call it fate. Call it Karma. Lucky for the prey, unlucky for the hunters, I was there. I set it free. For all we know, our poor little friend may be snared and slayed same time tomorrow. But today, this evening, it gets to live.