I am a vegetarian and I care.
That being said:
A mouse infiltrated my room somehow, and my cat caught on because he sleeps on me and is a fucking badass motherfucker. He jumps off my lap at 5AM and wakes me up. Im like "fucking cat." Then he's attacking my shoe. Weird right? Fuck it, he thinks there's a mouse or something in there, it's probably just my shoelace. 5 minutes later he's still attacking my shoe. So I pick up my shoe and hit it to the ground to make whatever might have been in it come out, assuming nothing will come out, and lay it on its side, to reveal a mouse, dazed by its shocking landing. Kitty pounces but the mouse squirms out and squeezes between my laptop and my bed, my cat chases it and it runs into a crack between my dresser, a little cabinet, and the wall. I try to beat the mouse out of the crack with a T-square, but I can't quite get it, and instead of getting something more suitable (while my cat is in a KILL FRENZY trying to grab this mouse that's 2 times its leg length out of reach), I decide to let my cat get a try, so I pull out the little cabinet and give my cat the chance to run in there.
Of course he hesitates and the mouse gets away behind my dresser. I'm like... "BALLS!" SO I get back in bed, tell my kitty "don't worry, it's both of our faults" out loud, and try to sleep. Of course I can't, so I get on the computer and turn on the TV. 45 minutes later, my cat is going psycho attacking my laundrey basket at the base. I decide to humor the possibility, and see my cat swatting that brave motherfucking mouse who decided to come out already. He chases it around my room and it squeeks when he grabs it with his mouth. I'm like "GOOD FUCKING JOB KITTY!" but then he brings it over back to the laundrey basket, drops it, and lets it run so he can chase it again. It runs over to my backpack, and inside the small pocket. Cat doesn't notice this but I do, so I zip up the pocket and take the backpack over to the stairs.
I then realize I'm in nothing but boxers, it's fucking cold outside, and I can't get decent enough to let the mouse outside like I normally do without taking a shower and I didn't really feel like that. So I grab a kitchen sized set of tweezers (like for salads) and start taking everything out of that pocket of my backpack, digging down to where the mouse is terrified for its life. I grab it by the tail, it squirms very little as I put it into a plastic bag. I then show the cat "haha I got it" by dangling the mouse over my cat, and my cat swats it around a little. Just a little torture. Then I realize that I still don't feel like taking a shower to go outside, and I dont feel like going out in the cold pre-shower. So I go over to my back window, unlock it, and toss the bag with the mouse out of it for it to fall 3 stories. Let's hope the mouse hung on tight because the bag floated relatively gently. BUt chances are he was like "FUCK I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE" then fell to his death.