The mole that ate New York

We had a hilarious candid camera moment last night. Sandy, one of our cats, brings in various "presents" from the backyard from time to time (wood roaches, lizards, birds, moles, etc.) Most of the time, they are played to death prior to our finding them. He brought in a mole last night and presented it, STILL KICKING, to Jan in the bedroom. She had already retired for the night and was reading. The next thing I heard was, "GREG, come here!" I asked what was up and she said she needed a "critter wrangler". I asked what kind of critter, thinking maybe a baby bird. When I arrived at the bedroom, Jan and Sandy were busy corraling the "critter" (a mole, I discovered later) in the corner of the room by the bed. It was under the bedside stand and Sandy was "helping" Jan coax it out from under the table. Jan was screaming, "Get it Sandy...did you get it? Over here, Sandy! Get it!"
Jan pulled the table away from the wall to give Sandy some working room and they were both jumping around trying to find the poor mole. Jan finally cornered it and yelled, Greg, get a towel!" I got the closest towel at hand, a hand towel from the bathroom. She yelled, "Not a GOOD towel!" All this time, her and Sandy were both going crazy. I proceeded to locate a "bad" towel from the hall closet (one used to clean up pet "accidents") and threw it to Cowgirl Jan. She scooped up the "monster mole" (the size of a baby mouse) and handed it to me to dispatch appropriately. Wouldn't you know it, the stupid thing BIT me. Actually just a nip on the fingertip, didn't even break the skin. That sucker was flexible and had SHARP chompers! I proceeded to flush the "monster mole" down the toilet and we all had a good laugh. Where's the video camera when you need it?