Sycamore, IL, USA
Once a tiny mouse sat in our attached garage looking at me as I went passed it and back again. I quickly slammed the door as I dashed back into the house. A few times, I peeked out and there it sat, same place, just looking at me. When my son came home from school, I asked him to get the push broom and sweep it out the big door. He smiled and left, then came in saying, "Mom, he can't walk, he's paralized. I can't sweep him out." So we wound up putting it in a box, but leaving the box in the garage, and in the morning it was dead. So badly I wanted to get rid of the thing until I knew it was hurt, then suddenly you want to help it. I'm not sure what we'd have done if it'd lived.