A few years ago, just after we got Felicity, while she was still a tiny kitten, our neighborhood had a mouse outbreak. It started in the camilla hedge a few houses down, and a week later, we had a mouse in our kitchen. Ick.  Eww. So of course I needed to get rid of it, and Felicity wasn’t big enough to do the job, so we needed a mousetrap. I didn’t want to use poison because of Felicity and the possibility of the mouse dying in the walls if it worked. Double ick and eww. And I didn’t want to use a snap trap because of Felicity and the probability of dead mouse spilling guts and goo if it worked. Triple ick and eww. So, what I needed was one of those nifty little box moustraps that traps the mouse alive and lets you release it a couple of miles down the road, thus inflicting it on someone else. Yippe? So off I went to the hardware store.  No dice.  Nothing but the ick snap …