Thread: Only trying to help

While camping I was sitting in the tent watching some rather large mice run/hop around the campsite (I don't remember anything being in the site, just remember the ground and some plants). I wasn't afraid of them, and thought they were pretty cute, esp with their over-sized ears, but they kept trying to get in, and that was frustrating because I kept thinking of them like raccoons that I wanted to keep out. Eventually a smaller (about the size of a younger normal one) one got in and settled onto a softer, fuzzy blanket that my mom kept moving around and shaking. I didn't want the mouse in the tent, but I didn't want to disturb it either, and wanted to help it be comfortable and was afraid it would get hurt from being tossed around like that; it seemed very happy though, and I remember it laying on it's back and sighing and seemed to smile (mostly with it's eyes like ^_^). Well since I didn't want it to be hurt, I found a rather large brown shoe (Kind of like a loafer, but was made of a tennis-shoe type of material) and lined it with some of the blanket and some fur/hair (looked kind of like cat hair, but more downey) that seemed to be on it, then gently picked up the mouse and set it in the shoe. All of a sudden it got angry and bit me on top of my (right) hand, it's jaws opened a lot wider than they should of too. I wasn't angry at first, just surprised, then I got pissed off, pried it off my hand and chucked it outside. The wound wasn't bad at all, wasn't even bleeding, but my feelings were hurt because I was worried about it and was only trying to help. After a bit where the bite was the pin-prick teeth marks started turning a little black, so I squeezed some puss out of them, kind of like what you do with a pimple, which worked for a little bit and I figured all was good. All of a sudden it swelled up like a bad bug or spider bite (Big white lumps with a dark red and black outer rings) and were the break in the skin was it was bleeding and leaking some black stuff (sorry if this grosses anyone out).
After that I woke up. >___>

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Whether this helps or not, I'm camping now and yesterday I saw a mouse or gerbil run across the road in the morning on my way into town, though I forgot about it until a little while ago.
If my emotional state has anything to do with it; broken hearted, but dealing with it (none of that crying, listening to sad songs, or that other stuff that's usually associated with it... just feels like my heart weighs a lot and feel a bit depressed, but pretty much still going about my normal day).