Work story:

At my work years ago, we were having new construction near by. Mice
were moving into the building, so exterminators came out and placed
glue traps.

Entering the empty building one morning, I found the tiniest, cutest little
brown mouse barely stuck to a trap. He wasn't happy to see me,
especially as I picked up the trap. I thought I'd do a good deed and free
him and toss him outside to live a new life.

I pulled on his tail gently and he wasn't budging. And when I released
his tail, he contacted even more of the glue on the trap, getting
hopelessly stuck. Thinking about what to do, I figured the glue was
tougher in the cool morning, so I took the trap over to the kitchen sink
to run warm water over the glue and soften it up.

I let the water run for a while, then carefully let the warm water run on
the glue surrounding the little mouse. I could feel the glue softening, but
it wasn't enough; he wasn't just going to fall off the trap. I pulled on his
tail again, ever so smoothly.

The mouse was distressesed at my efforts to free him, but this was for
his own good. Water running, as a few hairs pulled out and a fraction of
his trapped body was released, he'd complain a bit. A little more
contact released. Just one more bit of mouse fur to clear from the glue... and....
free!

Loose from the glue, I held the mouse by the tail over the sink, and he
spazzed out, flipping around, up against my fingers, squeeking. Being a
manly man, I freaked out and dropped him, and he fell right into the sink
disposal drain!

I shut off the water and contemplated what to do, picturing this
traumatized mouse, wet, down in this drain cavern, nursing a dislocated
limb and tail. Well, there was only one thing to do. Cold water on,
disposal switch on, look around to see if anyone saw, disposal switch off,
let water run a little longer, water off, dry hands, toss trap, all done.

I console myself that it was a better end than gluetrap starvation,
and made a far better story.