with some hesitation, you open the mailbox. the hinge squeaks in protest, and an awful smell assaults your senses.
inside, by the flash of the lightning, you can see a rat caught in a trap. its neck is caught at an odd angle, but its legs still try feebly to pull itself free.
disgusted, you close the mailbox and quietly pray that you can forget the look on the poor creatures face as it neared its fate.