Time to Build That Mousetrap

Sometime this weekend Nat went to cleaning the corner of the fridge that Esteban likes to stay, and when she moved the fridge to get back there, she saw our little housemate mouse scurry from its hiding place under the fridge to the stove. She then proceeded to put out the sticky mouse traps to try catching it.

I was sitting here in my room, being sad and thinking about my baby, when I hear this soft, yet frantic scrambling sound. Then I hear the squeaking. That kind of noise being made at this kind of hour only meant one thing: the mouse got caught. I don't jump up to see what's going on, because in my mind I start to wonder...so then what? I find the mouse stuck to it little sticky trap, and I just take it and put it in the trash? Do I risk getting bitten and whatnot and try loosing it from the trap, and just let it out outside so it can fend for itself with all the cats in the neighborhood? What? What would I do?

I go out into the kitchen, turn on the lights, and try to check which trap it was stuck to. I couldn't see the one behind the stove, but that could have been from the angle I was trying to see it. But the one behind the fridge was obviously not there when I hear more of the scrambling and squeaking. It came from the laundry room. I look down to my hamper just in time to see this little thing shimmy behind my hamper, and the next thing I see is this grey thing scurry straight to the washer. On the other side of the hamper is one of the mousetraps.

What I figure it did was that it went for the bait, got stuck, went really crazy, and having managed to pass through the back of my hamper, it loosed itself?

I need some thread, and shoebox mousetrap is now needed.