Not my story

Earlier today Tom (presently on overnight shifts) was woken by a strange scratching sound from the kitchen. He wandered from his room next door to find that we'd partially caught a mouse: the trap had caught on its tail, and it was dragging the lump of plastic around behind it. When Tom came into the room the mouse tried to escape into a hole in a cupboard but the trap prevented its escape; it was too big to fit in the mouse-sized gap and wedged itself firmly on the wrong side of the hole, ultimately preventing the mouse from avoiding Tom's rodent-wrath.

Tom then gave the mouse to the neighbours cat, Elvira. This cat has recently lost quite a lot of weight and has become more enthusiastic about killing small animals. Clearly Tom supports Elvira's development programme.

I heard this story and it seemed quite slapstick (especially the bit about the mouse being prevented from escaping by the trap on its tail). Now that I've written it out I'm realising that the slapstick patina  belies the fact that it's quite cruel tragedy when perceived from the mouse-perspective. However it does mean that we're winning for once: Us: 2, Mice Invaders: 0