Caught

The trap went off about 11:00 in the evening. I was in bed but I heard it. In the morning I found this little fellow caught on the sticky paper after springing the trap set with tempting peanut butter spread on bread, hanging from the center of the trap.

Poor fellow. All he wanted was a good meal, I almost--I say almost--felt sorry for him. But not sorry enough. He now has a new home. The building boap (caretaker) disposed of him--I know not how, nor do I care to know. He is out of my apartment and I am happy.

I reset the trap just in case he has relatives.