Season's greetings :(

I heard the little squeaker in the kitchen almost the minute I walked into the apartment.  I can't really blame the poor thing--it was just trying to stay warm.  But what are we supposed to do with a mouse in an urban apartment?  We can't use a catch-and-release trap for a mouse because there's no place to release it.  In the past, we've left a mouse stuck on a glue trap until it was dead, or nearly so, then swept it into a bag and thrown it down the compactor chute, but I've always thought that that was cruel.  Only in recent months have I finally worked up the nerve to try something that I hope is more humane--I put a heavy old printed hardcover dictionary into a couple of plastic bags, and "bombs away."  If you're going to kill a mouse, at least make it quick and put the poor thing out of its misery.  I wish the Digital Generation good luck with this--you can't kill a mouse with a Kindle.