Husband is away hunting. I'm home alone. I go to the basement and see a mouse sitting on my dog grooming table. I back up the stairs, and regroup. I go back to the basement and retrieve a mouse trap from the pile of them. I pick carefully as I see one is sitting there still set from last fall. I put my peanut butter on it, than comes the hard part. I hold down the killing bar and set the trap. Now I gotta figure out how to release it and set it down without setting it off. My heart is pumping and I'm terrified. Such a silly situation. I finally get it released safely and set on the table. I'm so relieved. I feel like I just successfully armed some explosives. This isn't my thing. This morning, dead mouse. Than I realize I gotta set more traps. Anyone else a goof like me when setting a mouse trap, or is it just me?