Today, me and Mom found a tiny, tiny little bird, probably a baby. It couldn't fly, it was making these adorable tiny little cheepy noises, so we took it home.
Mom put it in a box with some grass and stuff. I named it Mr. Flippy and we at once loved it.
Well, Mr. Flippy managed to hop his way out of the box, which we had put outside.
Guess where he landed?
A glue trap. Oh, joy. Those things have poison in them.
We bathed him as quickly as possible, but we simply couldn't get all the gunk off his feet. A few minutes later, he was dead.
Just like that. Dead.
My family didn't put that glue trap there. It was our neighbors. Those 'helpful'