A tiny house mouse got into my kitchen tonight. Needless to say, my Australian Shepherd was ecstatic about this new toy. I managed to get her away from it and trapped it in a small box. Poor little thing was limping, I don't think it will survive, but I released it down, away from the house anyway. My brother in-law and sister were laughing because I was so sad and commented on how cute it was, yet I feed f/t rodents to my snakes. I suppose my logic is a bit twisted.

I truly hope that little mouse does not suffer, but I did not want my dogs near a wild rodent and do not have the ability to create a humane gas chamber.
That's nature, I suppose. Can't save them all.