>>and two students who had sought counseling because they had seen a mouse in their off-campus apartment.<<
When I was in college it would have been “MOUSE HUNT ON!!” and we would have popped a few brewskies and made a special rule not to kill it unless absolutely necessary and shame to someone.
Then after the capture we would have all taken it to a field, released it and toasted its new freedom with whiskey and/or vodka with a beer back.
These little “award for participating” snowflakes (best name ever) will never make it in the rough and tumble real world.
We had “Elmo” the house cat for the mice...