Mouse story Part II

I come home from work and I carefully tread my way upstairs. 1st mouse trap check: nothing 2nd mouse trap check--the one I reset this morning--: there lies MR. MOUSE! I peer over the chair to look because I thought one might be there. I saw it flipped over and knew I’d caught one. “Well, I can’t leave it here ‘til Dad gets back because Sadie and Tiger will be up here before then and I don’t want them to get it.” –more thinking-- "Uh oh..that means I have to clean it up."

Utterly grossed out I searched for some rubber gloves. FOUND SOME! They had been used to clean out Bunny's cage. But Bunny found a new home..so, “Yes I'll use these.”
I put them on...feeling pebbles and little pieces of something in the gloves, but trying to ignore and not think about what they might be. I search around my bedroom for a plastic bag, "There's got to be one somewhere!" No, so onto the next room. “AH-HAH!” I found a big trash bag that someone started to fill and then neglected. I grab the bag and make my way over to the SOTC (scene of the crime). Moving boxes and papers 6 inches away from the "zone", I notice that when the trap flipped, it made the mouse protrude a few centimeters off the paper towel. "Gross, he's touching my floor."
I analyze the situation, trying to figure out how to dispose of this thing without having to really look at it or touch it. "It's near impossible," I think to myself.

So, I go in for the kill..WAIT, he's already dead hah! Ever so carefully, I pick up 2 opposite corners of the paper towel so that it makes like a pocket thing for the mouse + trap. As I maneuver the trap, his tail brushes the wall. “Noo!! Now I have mouse germs on my wall!!!” I set it down to get a better grip, so he doesn't drop out of the paper towel completely--because that! could potentially cause a rumble in my stomach. One more try and PLOP! he's in the bag! Quickly, I pull the bag's drawstrings so I don’t have to look at it again (however, I did pause and give him a moment of silence to see how exactly the he had been trapped). Out to the trash barrel I go. Back inside the house, I'm cool and confident. I grab another mouse trap, "This time I'll set it myself." I place it in the same position where I found Mr. Mouse this afternoon. And THAT, is my mouse tail. (HA!)