There are times I am able with Deirdre to take away from her what she has caught before it dies. I have never been able to save a shrew. They die too quickly from heart attacks. What we do is I get behind Deirdre with my hubby in front of her. He holds the plastic cup under her mouth while I put my fingers in her mouth at the corners and tickle and pry till she unlocks her jaws and drops the mouse into the cup. All the while telling her what a good Mighty Huntress she is and now drop the mousie...she is usually growling fiercely the entire time. Last night however the mouse she caught in the pantry was dead before she brought it into us in the bedroom. I am never sure whether to be sad or relieved. Sad that something died...relieved because it is one less mouse....proud of my Mighty Huntress....so many conflicting emotions.