Somehow, a little bird managed to get inside our flat today. Possibly through a vent or something.
It had been chirping for a while and I'd thought it was outside. Then saw it on the floor. Seemed like maybe it had hurt a wing because it wasn't fluttering in the air at all (growing up in our house, birds sometimes came into our conservatory and would flap about like mad) just hopping around.
Anyway, we closed the doors into the sitting room where it was to put on jeans to deal with it and i was looking up a local bird rescue place because I thought it was hurt - and we heard the snap of one of the mousetraps.
Obviously, it was dead.
We are kicking ourselves for not triggering the mousetrap in the room. Why the fuck didn't we do that before going in the next room???
I'd rather we didn't have the mousetraps at all, but we have a problem with mice getting into our food etc so we do need them. I don't like killing the mice either but not sure what else we can do there.
Honestly, I feel a little sick and upset. We were going to catch it, and bring it to the bird sanctuary. I was trying to talk to it and explain not to be afraid and we were going to try to help it and then it died because of our fucking mousetrap.
My mum is very seriously ill and getting results of a crucial scan tomorrow and my FIL died last week and I'm worried about MIL being alone now and if she'll be ok, and honestly this pointless death of a little living thing who was hurt is like salt in the wound.
I don't know, it underlines a feeling of complete helplessness perhaps. We had good intentions to help it, but we didn't act quickly enough and then it was too late.
Can I get a grip or a handhold please?