So I was out at a bar tonight when I saw a teeny tiny little mouse running alongside the wall. It's beautiful outside and the front door was open, so I think he ran in from there. When I saw it, I didn't scream out at the top of my lungs, "Oh my God, it's a rodent! For the love of God KILL IT NOWWW!" but instead turned to the bartender and said, "An itty bitty baby mouse is running alongside the wall—catch it now so someone doesn't step on it and kill it!"
It was so little and all alone in the world.
After a few attempts the bartender finally trapped it underneath a glass (which was eventually thrown away) and then set it free outside.
I sure hope the little bugger is doing okay.