Besides, deep down she's one of these animal activist types, I just know it. Well, it turns out they're out of all models except the very largest size. I'll pay for the damned thing. We'll use it once, get rid of the beast, and then return it. It's not like we'll ever need it again.
People do it all the time.
She looks at me like I'm a petty thief or something, but allows me to buy the trap. So we bait it with some leftovers and go to bed. Next morning, the trap's empty. I get on the horn again with old Trapper Joe who advises me to set some cat food out in each room of the house. When we see which pile is eaten, we should put the trap there.