CHECK YOUR TRASHCAN RIGHT NOW

what do you do when it becomes totally clear that there's a live mouse in the trashcan under your desk at work, trying to scratch and jump its way out? i can tell you what i did: i found a lawyer in a hockey jersey down to his knees and said "what would you do if there was a live mouse in your trashcan, trying to scratch and jump its way out?" his answer was simple: he walked over to the can, picked up and walked away. my company's publicist squealed "don't hurt him!" to which the lawyer responded, "I'M NOT GOING TO HURT HIM, JUST DON'T FOLLOW ME." i don't want my trashcan back, and i hope that mouse got really, really hurt.
squeak,
gabe