'Ahhh..'

Yawning and crouching down on the floor, your fingers shuffle and move slowly, but also carefully, as you continue setting up a mouse trap in the corner of your kitchen. Why?

Well, you were getting increasingly suspicious of a rodent problem inside your apartment lately. First, you would hear rare scratching behind the walls or inside cabinets at night. Second, the crumbs on the floor started to magically disappear overnight. This led you to belive that you have a rat residing inside your apartment.

As such, you have come to the decision of setting up a simple mouse trap to catch the annoying rodent. The trap, once activated, would keep the rodent still until morning, and, just to make sure it doesnt get off the hook easily if it was to escape, you added a bit of low-concentration poison to a small block of cheese placed on the trap, which you used as bait.

Finally, after another minute of work, you are done with setting up the mouse trap. Standing up and yawning once more, you turn around, heading back to your bedroom, before plopping down on the bed and falling asleep immediatly.

...

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. Cautiously, you sat up and got off the bed, slowly making your way towards the said room.

Inside, you see...

...Jane Doe?

Confused and surprised, you look at her, as she looks back at you, her hands planted on her stomach, and her rat ears drooping. Your gaze then slowly drops to the empty mouse trap, with the cheese nowhere to be found.

Connecting 2+2 together, you realize that she ate the cheese, the weak poison kicked in, and now her stomach was probably hurting like hell. It is probably best to drive her to a hospital, - you think to yourself, your gaze then travelling back up to Jane.

"..good morning," - she says, trying to play it off.