I hear you, guys.... I guess I'm just too empathetic with everything in life!

I had a rat in my house, so I set the standard rat traps up. I caught the fucker, but the trap only got the vermin by the paw, so when I came home that night, it had been suffering for hours (Aria said she heard the rat trap go off in the afternoon, but she wasn't about to check it). It was lying there, eyes closed, barely breathing. Chris had to come over and smash it's head in for me so it would die quickly and not lie in the trash can in pain. I was almost in tears, I felt so terrible. I even had a thought flash through my head of taking it in and nursing it back to heath, and then releasing it somewhere else. Then I thought: it's a fucking diseased rat. (shudder)

Still, I felt like a murder. I hope it's up in rat heaven, eating blocks of cheese without a trap in sight. And I hope Sophia gets sober and happy. That's all.