Sounds distressing
Yeah like you, I was a student and the one we had was called Stu. He only came out after midnight when we all should've been tucked up in bed but in reality were playing Operation Desert Storm or Pro Evolution Soccer.

He started pooping that little bit more and that's when we knew he had to go...
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:34, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

One of ours fell in the bin one day and couldn't get out.
We tried to release him outside but made the classic error of not shutting the door. He was back inside before we were.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:37, Reply)

Hehe
it's those little acts of defiance that forces your hand in getting them killed.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:42, Reply)

Naw, I'd have given him a mouse-five.
He just wanted to get back to his family.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:44, Reply)

we had a vole
that used to run around the living room in front of the cats. He was called Rambo.

I once had to set the cat loose on a rat that had had its neck broken in a trap. I couldn't kill it myself but the cat did it within seconds so I hope it was the lesser of two evils.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 12:26, Reply)