Many years ago, there was a mouse in my house, but I didn't have anything handy to get it, so told my little brother to bring me a rat trap (poor choice of words). In the middle of the night, a loud noise woke me, and I saw half a mouse on a large muskrat trap, blood all over the place, but didn't see the rest of the mouse. I followed the blood trail to the bathroom, and it disappeared by the wall. I figure it ran outside, but instead, it died under the tub. I figured that out a day or so later because of the rotten, gut wrenching odor! I was nine months pregnant, and spent a lot of time bent over Mom's toilet. We had no money to get rid of that big old tub at the time, so stayed with my parents until the odor left. I still cringe thinking about it.