Througout my marriage career, my sweetheart has insisted that it's my responsibilty to deal with anything creepy and crawly, mice and the like who take advantage of the shelter and food our home offers them. She'll scream blue murder if she sees something scurrying for cover whenever she walks in the room, and thankfully, both the dog and I no longer take it to heart if it happens to be us. Yet today, out on the patio this morning she discovered a distressed mouse who's life she is intent on saving. She's fed it, given it water from a syringe, and it's currently wrapped in a towell on top of a hot water bottle next to her on the settee. I could have probably summoned the courage to put it outof it's misery when she found it this morning, but this wasn't allowed. When and why do things change from being an animal that's a pest that has to be exterminated to being a creature that needs looking after?