Here’s me age 13(?) cleaning live mouse traps for a scientist.
Since the mice were caught and kept alive, they had plenty of time to poop and pee all over the inside of these things.
And then I got to clean them. Lots and lots of them. For very little $. You can’t even see one of the worst parts, which was the agony of trying to put them back together again after cleaning.
(Maybe this helped inspire Horton’s miserable dishwashing job.)
One time I got a bonus: A mouse that hadn’t survived the ordeal….
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EWWW!