Kicking and Squeaking

A couple of days ago I noticed a couple of mouse pellets underneath my kitchen sink. I bought some glue traps. I started to get the old traps, but decided that with my grace and mouse trap skills that I would probably snap my finger. I get the glue traps and put them in various places in my kitchen. Tonight I was just about to go to bed when I decided that a yummy bowl of rice chex was just what my blood sugar needed. I go to the kitchen and think "my glue traps! Let's check them!" I check the first three and no mousie. The last one, under the sink was the jackpot. There is this mouse sitting on this glue trap at the back of the cabinet. Oh shit I think, now what am I going to do with it? I pull the packet of sponges that got stuck to the trap closer to the opening of the cabinet. The mouse tries to leap from the glue.... I leap about three feet in the air in my kitchen screaming like a girl. EEE.. EEE!!! EEEEEE!!!! I get ahold of myself and look at the mouse, it is firmly stuck. Now here is the delima.. what do I do with it? I am scared (chicken) to pick it up while it is still in the throes of trying to get free. I have a fear that picking it up will help dislodge it's furry body from the glue and I will find it's little germy teeth sunk into my flesh. Mice are dirty, nasty filthy evil little creatures. How does one rid themselves of a dirty, nasty, filthy evil, helpless, squirming creature that is likey to bite the shit out of me if it happens to flop towards my hand while i am carrying it outside. I have visions of Fat Pants (the cat) walking around tommorrow with a glue trap stuck to his mouth if I take the mousie outside tonight. I will leave the furry brown creature alone to die under my kitchen sink and will take it to the dumpster tommorrow. I only hope it doesn't scream/squeak loud enough where I will hear it while trying to go to sleep.