Jax is Gone....

i guess i'll call him Jax. He looks like a Jax. He was able to pry himself from the sticky trap, and it wouldn't have been long for him to squeeze through the holes in the cage so i dumped him in a trash can. With a little bottle cap of water and stale cheese.

Apparently trash cans are not the kryptonite of mice since i came down in the morning (maybe afternoon) and he was gone. Why?! i thought we were going to be the best of friends! i guess i have some more lyrics to add to my country song now...sniff...