Wildlife torture
 

I remember the time this bug flew into my room and landed on my table. I flipped a small glass over it and left it there for three days. Near the end all it could do was twitch while sprawled on its back.

So what other acts of unspeakable cruelty have you inflicted upon insects, or wildlife in general?

Once, I caught a harvestman in my dining room. So, I used small dabs of play-doh to hold each of his legs in place. Then I left him there.

does flushing a bug while its still alive count?
I cant stand the sight of bugs so I just get rid of them as soon as I can and I don't torture anything but I do tease them.

I do hope that not many people reply to this thread.

I don't like animal cruelty, even when it involves insects :(

I've flushed a lot of bugs down the toilet. That's about as far as I've gotten. I don't know if that's worse than stomping on ants. I stomped on a lot of ants when I was a kid and even dissected worms. However, worms still live after being split in half, don't they? I know someone who caught a fly and pulled off its wings.

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Cane Toads are bloody awful, and there was nothing more disturbing than seeing an army of them sitting out the front of the house. Used to smash them with cricket bats, shovels, squish them with chair legs, peg rocks at them and so forth. Didn't matter, more troops would replace them within hours. ;__; It's almost THE LAW to tortue Cane Toads!

^ Do cane toads easily explode? I remember camping out a long time ago and one of the older guys caught frogs with fishing rods and smashed them onto the pavement. It was pretty bloody. Sometimes he'd swing the rod around and the frog would still be intact, but bleeding from the mouth. It was sick.

Oh god, the things my cousin and I did to bugs...

When we where kids we found a house fly buzzing around in our cabin one winter and said 'its winter... shouldn't it be dead?' Our aunt told us about how flies come back to life when it is warm, so we decided to experiment.

we caught the fly in a jar and buried it in the snow until it froze and stopped moving, then quickly ran inside and placed it over the wood stove to see it come to life, then broght it back to the snow to feeze it and back inside. we kept going back an forth until the poor thing did nothing when be placed it in the heat. its nerves was shot.

we sort of did the same thing in summer with the big 'dany long legs' bugs. we stuck it in a freezer and plucked the wings off, when it woke up it tried to take off.

we caught a bee in a jar, made air holes in the cover and let it drift out to sea. we placed a small stone in the bottom of the jar to balance it. what a adventure that bee must have had.

and last there are these bugs we call 'carpenters' small black bugs that collect in damp places. we always stuffed them in the open-door dinkies and crash them into eachother.

ah to be a kid again...

LOL! Man, I got a huge kick out of that.

Kinda! They puff up when they get angry, so any decent hit to them like that would result in a biiiiit of a mess.

We actually did that many times. one time we placed a note in the jar with the bee asking who ever found it 'to take care of our baby' and all that tear-jerking stuff knowing that the bee would be dead by the time anyone found it.

God, the things I've done to insects when I was younger. Mind you, I was only cruel to insects. I can't harm anything non-insectian.

Anyways, sometimes I stomped on bees. That way they didn't fly, right? So I told myself that I'd use the dying bee as a pet. I've also captured daddy long legs flyers (or whatever those fucking things are called). Then I shook its prison untill it came out in peices.
Another time I found this ladybug like beetle and placed a matchbox on top of it. It could actually move it, so I thought why not put this milk carton on it instead. Sadly, it couldn't move that...

The best/worst thing I've done was to capture tons of flower flies and feed them to a cross spider. Then, when the spider was huge, I sprayed the crap outta it with some Kill It. It almost melted from the barrage of insecticide

;_;

killing spiders as cruelly and inhumane as possible without actually touching them. one time I dropped a big rock in the form of a spike on one, it's orange blood spurted up like a fountain from the impact

I trapped a daddy long legs (cranefly) under a glass. I was really angry at it having invaded my space, so torture was the correct port of call. What I did was lift the glass slightly and then plonk it back down in a way that it would clamp down on top of one or more of its legs. Now the thing about daddy long legs, as I'm sure you all know, is that if you pull a leg just anywhere then it is liable to break and leave a half or a quarter of a limb remaining and still moving about there, which is just sloppy; but if you pull from the source, then the whole root comes out with a satisfying pop. I repeated this precision surgical procedure until all six legs were removed. It's the very same principle with the wings too, but they're rooted even further, so a little less delicacy is in order. You're rewarded with a yield pop much greater than with the legs, it really feels like an achievement, legs will never be the same again.

So where are we now; no legs and one wing. Whilst watching it flutter and writhe aimlessly about the floor in desperation was entertaining, I was at this point getting annoyed that after this amount of time it still had some capacity for movement (albeit comically directionless). The final wing had to come off - Pop - and with that my final work was complete. It's really tragic, but the stump-like connections where the legs used to be still wriggle about, like as though the daddy long legs hasn't realised they're not there anymore and is still trying to operate them.

I left the pointless, wriggling results on the window sill to serve as a warning to the others.

That reminds me! A collage friend of mine did this.

he and his buddy worked at a cable store and a house fly was buzzing around. His buddy wacked the fly with a roll or paper knocking it out. he then took a strand of his hair (he had long hair) and was able to tie one end on the fly like a leash. when the fly woke up it was going nuts trying to fly everywhere but it was held on my the hair-leash.

You people are sadistic! LOL

I can't really talk though - my thing has always been spiders. I detest them. The best example I can think of was a run-in that I once had as a kid with a black widow. I was helping my cousin and uncle move a stack of bricks from the backyard that had been there for a number of years. I picked up a random brick and turned it over only to discover an angry and very large black widow spider (I'd destroyed its nest) skittering right towards my hand and rearing back to bite it. Without thinking I let out the loudest little girl scream I've ever let out in my life and lobbed the brick right with the spider still on it directly at a brick wall.

What you need to understand is that I am the most uncoordinated motherfucker in all creation. Yet somehow I'd managed to throw the brick at the exact angle necessary to crush it against the wall and grind it into a huge glob of slimy green paste. The impact was so forceful and right on target that I managed to put a tiny stain on the wall where the widow got squished and a dent/chip in the wall itself.

I'm not sure if it was adrenaline or not, but that's probably the only way I'll ever repeat a feat like that. To this day I check every rock I pick up near the house or ground for spiders just out of habit. :)

Okay, so... Um, don't hate me for my youthful cruelty to animals.

My mom used to pay us kids 25 cents per bee; when the correct season came around, they would be swarming all around the house--big, fat ones--and making nests under the eaves. I made some good money.

My real claim to fame, though, is the time I microwaved a lizard... I thought it was cold, so I wrapped it in a napkin and popped it in the microwave. In retrospect, I shouldn't have used the "HIGH" setting. After about 3 seconds, I heard "POP... sizzle..."

RIP lizard.

LOL Holy shit that is the best one yet! It's sad I know but I still find it funny.

I once kept a frog in a cage that I got and held it in there, not knowing that things need food and water to live. It dried up and died in less than 24 hours.


I cried, as I was very young.

Ants + Magnifying Glass = Old school fun.

Simple. Yet very effective. Since then, I've moved up to using a lighter on them. Why? I dunno. Bored as fuck '~'

Alright, I might get hell for this, but I hope you know how absolutely WRONG everything you have done to these innocent animals are!?!?

If you're that bored, do something else with your stupid time and quit tormenting animals, because that's the worst thing someone can do; that, and unprovoked violence towards others!

You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Instead of hurting animals, go hide in your sweaty gaming basements and do something useful of your time, fools of our time. And I will hear no more of it, and I will post no more replies in this thread.

Just stop what you are doing and do something that will rebuild our world, not destroy. Have you not learned anything from games (mainly RPG:s), where you stabilize and rebuild a tattered world to a state of better harmony!? Even if we maybe can't change the world, not hurting animals and having respect for both large and small life (both animals and humans) is essential to be a good human being. (I'm no activist and I am not a vegetarian, but I believe that animals have the same rights as humans and that deaths of animals should only occur if they invade our homes, if they are to be food or if they are too many, anything else is unexcusable!)

What you are talking about is both unethical and plain idiotic. If you have had a decent upbringing and some form of moral engagement towards mother nature, who brought you to life in the first place, you wouldn't do such things, and that's the truth!!!

You guys and war-fanatics will be the downfall of this world...

/ And in the end, the sinners shalt be judged... (and no, I'm not a believer of any sorts, I'm an atheist, but I hope that all who bring harm to innocent life shall be punished with the same form - a tooth for a tooth.)

We used to get these weird (sort of cute-looking) flies in our bathroom sink when I was a kid. I used to spash water on one of them repeatedly until it drowned while the others looked on, thinking that it would teach them all a lesson about invading my house.

Also, I once locked a kitten up in a suitcase for several days, according to my mother. I don't remember it because I was like four.

Back in Miri, Sarawak (it's on Borneo island, if you're wondering) my mother would kill mice that we had caught in mousetraps by placing the cage over the drain, preparing a kettle of boiling water, then pouring it over the hapless animal. I will never forget those shrieks. Mice can shriek really, really loud :(

Who let the treehuggers in?

Seriously dude, I think almost everyone in this thread underlined that we did it when we were young and didn't know better. Are you telling me that you have never did something you regret when you were young?

First of all, you mustn't have read everything I wrote. I said I'm no activist, but I am very concerned about treating both animals, nature and humans alike.

Yeah, the only thing I regret doing when I was young was putting my finger in the side of a closing door, and the door clipped my fingertip right off. That I regret, and I have never once been cruel to an animal, except for mosquitos, who sucks your blood and other small insects that are pestilence...

And if you did these things when you were little and didn't know any better I might be able to forgive you, but otherwise...

And Carpet Cleaner - "even the smallest of persons can change the course of the future" - LORD OF THE RINGS. Think about that...

You don't seriously get your ideologies and inspiration from games and movies, do you? :eyebrow:

-_-;;;

While I suppose I can understand where you're coming from, Gameguardian, you do realize that you come across as some crazed fanatic pushing your radical beliefs on a bunch of otherwise normal(ish) people, right? I would agree that torturing animals is wrong, but at the same time I realize that it's a morbid fascination of most young boys for whatever reason. Most anyone who's piped up so far wouldn't go so far as to do such things now, and if they would, well, I'm sure they'll catch hell if they're seen by any real-life activists. Preaching things you in the end don't believe (read: vengeance on the sinners?) is just plain tacky.

I used to catch bees and wasps in a net and crush them with stones when I was younger. Reason? I had nothing better to do.

no, i get my inspiration from my upbringing and from my own mind.

I'm not one for torturing and killing things, but we do have a bit of a bullfrog problem out here. They aren't native, and they have been eating all the small woodland creatures. So, out by our pond in the gazebo, we have a pellet rifle. Whenever we see a bullfrog, we pop'em one. They usualy just drop like a stone as soon as you hit them, but sometimes they float around the surface, and if you come back in a few days, you can see them rotting and growing mould. Yum.

"Everything You Know is Wrong" -- "Weird Al" Yankovic, Bad Hair Day (1996)

THINK ABOUT IT...........................

Yeah, right.... It saddens me to see that no one saw this my way here on the General Discussion, but you just think about everything I wrote, not just outtakes and don't get stuck on a sentence or a word that bugs you, it's the main picture you must understand, and I won't say it again. And very substantial Bigblah, that really explains a lot, a song by Weird Al Yankovic...

And even if I do get my ideologies from games and movies, that's my choice and not your business...

And Carpetlady, I know that small insects like mosquitos feed larger animals, but I just need you to understand the big picture, not small fractures of it. And maybe you don't even have animal rights in your country...

Man, you make me tired...

I hope that you will one day understand.

And this I just say... what!?:
Fin.

I went through this sort of phase... but then I grew up.

I don't understand really Carpetlady, what's that supposed to mean!? Kill whom?

And what do you mean Render. Grow up!? these questions are important no matter how old you are, and if there is something I've learned, it is that people don't grow up (it's just a catch-phrase) but they only become larger babies... I'm 21 and I think I know of what I speak. And once more, this has nothing to do with growing up...

And if that's supposed to make me mad, I know where I stand, and I won't change my point of view for anything and I think I've made my point and we don't need to toss anymore stones, eh!?

Anyway, back in primary school my friends would catch grasshoppers and pluck off their hind legs so they couldn't escape, then keep them in their pencil boxes until they died. I had no part of it, since grasshoppers scared me.

I think the meanest thing I've ever done is ants with a magnifying glass, and I was more interested in magnifying glasses and leaves, because they smoked more and caught flame. I just wasn't a malicious enough child, I guess. That or I needed to have neighbors with evil pets to terrorize, or more rodents in my home, or something. I guess I fail at animal cruelty. :(

Why do you insist?

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And what do you mean Render. Grow up!? these questions are important no matter how old you are, and if there is something I've learned, it is that people don't grow up (it's just a catch-phrase) but they only become larger babies... I'm 21 and I think I know of what I speak. And once more, this has nothing to do with growing up...

And if this was the way, why can't people solve war by acting grown-up and not childishly by killing each other!? Even if there are children in war (sadly) it is grown-ups who decide what and what will not happen...

Because, Gameguardian, it is amusing to watch you flail around after this:

Pretty dramatic words, aren't they?

Yeah, I knew that would pop up sooner or later, but that was before I got this riled up.

The original purpose of the thread is still being met. You're the one going off topic and carrying this on to higher levels. As amusing as it is. This is one of those times that you'll want to agree to disagree and move on with what's left of life.

Did I also mention that I caught a shrew in a jar and rolled it down a hill when I was 5?

Since you're so fond of throwing quotes around from video games and litterature, I will resort to movies:
And Bigblah's got a point. It's hilarious to watch you get your panties in a twist over these somewhat innocent confessions.

Trying not to stray off topic, this reminds me of the time where I unearthed an anthill in an old tree stub (You know, when you've cut down a tree, the part left standing?)
I dug most of it up, poured gasoline on it and set it on fire. I really go a kick out of grilling those ants...

Yeah well, I won't be trying to convince you any further. And Render, do you call it grown-up to keep agitating someone just because it's amusing.

That, if something, is not grown-up...

Oh, and Kilroy, that last sentence you quoted me on wasn't from either a game, a movie or a book.

Oh, here's a great one.

One spring, my next door neighbors at college (also college students) had this massive ant infestation in their front yard. I mean, it was enormous. There had to have been thousands of ants crawling around the sidewalks at any given time. For some time, we kinda messed with it a little bit, stomping on the ground occasionally, prodding the entrances with sticks, etc.
A little while later though, one of the neighbors was a retard when greasing his car's bearings, and placed the grease tube behind the wheel of another car in the driveway. Needless to say, that tube was promptly squashed, all over their driveway. So, the other neighbors got the bright idea of removing all this grease by burning it away, which didn't go so well until I got one of my old t-shits to sop up the junk, and in true college fashion, set fire to it.
Being the "bright" individual that I am, I thought it would be awesome to drape the burning, polymer-soaked shirt over the ant-hill entrance.

Many an ant met a fiery demise that afternoon.

But that was not the end of their torment. Later that evening, the neighbors got the equally bright idea of boiling a large kettle of water, and pouring it into the tunnel entrances. Unfortunately, I wasn't around to witness this event, but the next morning, dead ant carcasses, numbering in their thousands, were strewn about the sidewalk.

A true ant holocaust was in our front yards.

You do know what you have to do in all those RPGs to save the get to where you can save the world, right? Kill things. Lots of things.

Living in a farm until I was 10, me and my brother got used to extreme violence towards animals at a very young age. Sheeps having their throat slitted, pigs eviscerated, rabbits hanged on hooks ... Mind you, none of this was done with cruelty. It was just a farm, and we were eating everything we were killing.

Kids are kids though, and one day that my grand father had a few ducks to slaughter, we asked if we could do it. We saw it as nothing more or less than a game, and we were all excited when the duck's blood spilled at us and their beheaded bodies ran all by themselves for 10 seconds. We were 9 and 6 at the time, and there are a bunch of other memories like that one. They're actually pleasant to remember, even if today, I'm unable to understand the kids we were back then.

At the same period, there were hens at my gardn mother's place. Me, my bro and my cousin loved to chase them. We would take long wood sticks and chase them away from one end of the huge garden to the other. Never actually hitting them, that was still really cruel, and we were seriously scolded everytime we got caught, which wasnt really often since my grandmother had no way to monitor what we were doing outside.

Still because of living in a farm, we hated rodents. They're a pain to have in a farm, and eventhough we had cats, there were still mice and rats. We often tried to hunt them with stones, but that never really worked. One day though, we found a mouse nest full of baby mice in a wall. They were a dozen, all resting in the confortable nest her mother set for them, looking all cute. Guess what? Our first reaction was to splatter them with our feets! That's one episode I'm real ashamed of.

Even more than the joy of killing the ducks that were going to die anyway and that we actually ate, killing those baby mice makes me feel uneasy to this day. Why though? Technically, it was the right thing to do, just as killing the ducks was.

I remember it took time for me and my bro to get used to the life in Paris when we moved from the farm when I was 10. That's when we became "normal" kids, I guess. =/

Quote of the thread.

Anyways, insects that bug me (haha, "bug" :P), be it mosquitos, wasps or whatever, deserve to die. Horribly. It's us against them.

Quoted for truth, it's very funny. And they had this very particular smell when you toasted them isn't it? Yeah good times :-P

When I catch a mosquito, I sometimes rip its wings off and watch it walk around trying to fly. Man, I hate mosquitoes...

So you weren't riled up when you entered the thread the first time?

Anyway, I've taken a liking to giving ants deaths of burning agony, but I prefer using boiling water to using a magnifying glass. You can kill more of them at once that way.

Also, there was a wasp that got inside the house one day. I introduced it to a can of Lysol.

Hey Gameguardian. I have two dogs named Duke and Duchess

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Aren't they cute?

When I get home in the evenings, I like to mess with them by playing fetch! But I don't use sissy ol' tennis balls. OH NOOOOOOOOOOO. That's for pussies. See - I like lobbing big old solid-as-a-rock pool balls at them! There's at least 2 in the backyard for whatever strange reason. It's really fun to watch them yelp in terror as a several hard-as-a-rock stones crack over thier little alien doggy heads like tiny boulders making love.

You see Game Guardian....

IT GIVES ME A THRILL....

IT GIVES ME A REASON TO LIVE....

**licks lips, rolls eyes around like a demon and cackles madly**

You know, I used to be a vicious, little boy. I threw a cat out of a tree. I forced the neighbor's dog to give me horseback rides. I'd find colonies of ants on the sidewalk and press my shoe into the mass just to watch them scatter in terror.

That was years ago, and much of it I now regret. These days, I'm probably one of the kindest people toward animals that you may meet. I've been known to gently usher bugs onto a piece of paper or into a cup, then release them outside just because I see no overt reason to kill them. If it's an insect that will bite or sting me when cornered, then I'll consider killing it just to defend my home. This is fair, as many species will do the same in the wild. But even spiders and bees are given a fair escape if I can arrange it.

Several years ago, while visiting my girlfriend at her college apartment, there was a soaking thunderstorm. Afterward, the sidewalks outside her complex were littered with snails enjoying the puddles, as snails are wont to do. My girlfriend told me that a lot of the people in her building liked to stomp on the snails just because they can. I was horrified. The snails had no reasonable defense against the might of a human. So later that afternoon, as the heat began to dry the puddles, I went outside and moved a lot of the snails into the grass where they'd be safer. My girlfriend said it was nice but kind of silly too; they'd only come back after the next rain. Regardless, I did feel better knowing the snails were safe for another day. What can I say? I like snails.

One of the worst abuse stories I've ever heard came from a friend of mine in elementary school. He found a stray cat in his neighborhood and coaxed it to his home with some food. He then seized the cat and crazy glued its ass shut.
He said he let it go and didn't give it too much thought until, a week later, he found the cat lying in the road, bloated and on its side, presumably dead. He claims to have fetched a knife and cut it open. Upon doing so, piles of shit poured out of its abdomen. Unable to defecate, the cat's organs likely burst. This was, of course, fatal, but also excruciatingly painful leading up to and after the hemorrhage, no doubt.

My friend didn't seem too remorseful over what he'd done. Shortly after this, he and his family moved to Texas. I didn't miss him much.

That's a sick, sick story. It saddens me that there are people like that, especially the remorseless part.

That's utterly disgusting is what it is. There was a story here on the news a while back of this lady who kept something like 28 cats locked up in a pen in her backyard. She claimed she was saving strays off the streets, but the conditions that the cats lived in were horrible. It was littered with cat bodies and the other cats (some with multiple diseases and infections) were walking among them living in their own feces while this lady would blissfully dump bags upon bags of kitty chow to them everyday as if nothing was wrong and that was perfectly fine.

I remember watching the news that day and this lady was bawling and in tears because she didn't understand why animal control was being mean to her and taking her babies away. :(

That's really messed up Crash - the cat thing.

I remember being shown a site where some Japanese guy killed a cat and showed photos...I was depressed for a couple of days.



As for what I've done, not much really aside from random bug violence. I've vacuumed bugs, aside from just squishing them. I caught a firefly when I was younger, but I didn't put holes in it just to see what would happen.

I've clogged and stomped many ant hills when I was younger as well.

I think the worst thing I did was put a bee in a jar and left it outside in a sunny area. It was a hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside, so you can assume what happened.

He said let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away?

I find it not to be heartless to kill bugs that sting. Because the pain they inflict on me is just as heartless. ;_;

All right, I decided that I don't want to jump in the fight. Either whatshisface gets it or he doesn't; no yelling from me will do any good.

So, I wanted to mention a funny story.

My friend had this gross cat. Tumors and random grossness going on... They kinda wanted it to die. So one day, it finally does. His dad takes it into the back yard, digs a hole, starts shoveling on the dirt... And it meows. He gets it out and it lives for a couple of weeks longer. He totally almost buried that cat alive. Apparently he screamed when it meowed.

Whenever I found a few ants in my house, I'd get the liquid soap (The really thick gel kind) and cover them with a drop or two and watch them suffocate.

I'm kinda mean to my mom's cats too. I don't hurt them, but sometimes I'll walk up to them and act like I'm gonna pet them, and then wave my hands around and make loud noises. Scares the hell out of them. :)

Let's see, some of my more memorable ones:
1. Shooting a laser poiter at fish underwater. This doesn't tend to work very well, but as long as you remember to look away can lead to some fun times.

2. Pouring baking soda near an anthill, waiting a couple of hours for them to bring some of it inside and then pour vinegar over the whole thing. That was hilarious.

3. Catching a spider with a piece of scotch tape, and then putting another piece over it to entomb it alive.

4. The classic "throw rocks at those fucking Canadian geese for pooping on my lawn." And sometime they hit and good times are had by all non-geese present.

I once jammed a basketball pump into a cricket and started pumping.
Watching it twitch made me uneasy, though, so I stepped on it instead.

When I was a bit older (around 13, I think), I was enjoying using the ancient can of WD-40 in our garage as an accelerant. It started small, just putting the match on the ground and spraying it, but then I noticed a moth flying around the garage, so I held a match up, sprayed next to it, and knocked the thing out of the air in no time flat.

I, like Crash, consider myself somewhat of an insect pacifist these days. I'll even go so far as to escort some bugs outside if they get trapped inside my house or my workplace. I just count myself lucky that I never decided to switch to anything I might seriously regret.

What does the laser pointer do to the fish?

I kill spiders and occasionally flies in the house, but I'm too repulsed by bugs in general to get creative. Ran over a bee with a lawnmower once, though.

My 83 year-old great uncle keeps a BB gun in his dining room. Sometimes he shoots pigeons out the window with it.

I collected lizards and nailed them to a board through their heads when I was about 11 or 12.

My cousin and I chopped a black snake to pieces (which was extremely difficult) when we were 7.

I caught a bull snake once and swung it around by its tail and bashed its head into a stop sign repeatedly before throwing it into the bushes.

And I once crucified a tree frog by myself in the woods when I was about 5 or 6. He had to die for the sins of his people.

Yes, I'm terrible. I know.

Ha ha! My brother and I did something like that.

We where sitting on a warf throwing rocks aimlessly at the water until a lone sea gull happened to swim by and a rock smacked it in the back. The gull acted funny until it began to float in a unnatural way. We where like 'Oh shit!' so we quickly rowed out in our punt to get the gull and buried it before anyone saw what we did. We where about 8 and felt a little bad at first, but laughed it off the next day.

EDIT:
We also use to catch sea gulls with a fishing rod. When you clean fish, the guts would be thrown in the water and the gulls go nuts for the liver. My brother and I would keep the liver and attach a big blob of it on the fish hook to that it would float. We cast the line out as far as we could and then hide in the shed. A gull would always take the bait and we would then reel it in. Our dad always took the hook out. We would hold the gull by the wings so that it would not hurt us and carried it to a hill to let it go. We would do this at least once a week.

This does sound hilarious, and I intend to remember this for future use.

I'd agree with that.

I just remembered, I was always told about the whole seagull/alka seltzer thing. When on a choir trip in Virginia Beach I had an alka seltzer tablet. Didn't have the patient to try to lure a gull to come to the balcony to eat it, so I threw it at one in midflight...and actually hit the thing. Of course it didn't really do anything other than make it squawk indignantly. I wouldn't have ever thought I'd hit it, and I'm pretty sure I'd never be able to replicate the feat.

I've heard it works on rabbits, too, but that's sadder. I was told by a friend with a rabbit that they have no way to discharge gas.

I never harm animals. I just befriend the ones that will do harm to those that will do it for me(Like allowing spiders to sit on my arm while flys just stare.)

For some reason, I thought that said "pigeons" and was absolutely 100% horrified. Then I figured out it said lizards (after a lot of careful thought and scrutiny), and I wasn't as repulsed. I've microwaved one, after all.

I was taught to be kind to all animals from a very young age, and I plan to do the same with my kids, if I have any.

I have no qualms about killing most insects (the cats are a completely different story), but I dont go out of my way to torture them.


How the hell do you people catch bees without getting stung all the damn time?

We used to use fishing nets to catch bees; I'd imagine jars work just as well though.

Usually it's just a case of me trying to kill an especially annoying mayfly but not quite succeeding, just injuring it, so it limps around for a bit and tries to fly but can't get very far. I hate insects and I'm sorry if that's a crime =/

The most evil thing I did was god knows how long ago, I must have been about eight. My best friend found my mum's lighter (my parents were still smoking back then) and we took it out into the garden and tried to set fire to a slug. It didn't so much burn as... melt.

As kids my brothers used to have this obsession with trying to bomb live jellyfish with gigantic rocks; something I was never tempted to do unless they were washed up. Sends bits of jelly flying for metres if you hit it hard enough.

Oh and one other thing but this wasn't me, it was a friend of mine. We found this crab washed up on the beach, upturned and not moving, so just out of sheer curiosity my friend pulled its shell off and it's heart was still beating :( For some reason, I've never tried crabmeat.

one time, I remember, I was unintentionally cruel to an animal, and yes, this has an explanation.

my then girlfriend (who eventually became my lovely wife) were taking a walk around a duck pond, I started skipping rocks across the water, making sure I checked for an open area, so I wouldn't hit any ducks. I picked up on and got good strength and accuracy on it , into a nice wide open stretch of water, it got really good distance and speed in on it. to my surprise though, up comes a duck from under the water, and CRACK! right in the side of the head.

anyone remember those old shoot the duck carnival games, when you hit one and it slowly goes down? this poor duck did the same thing, my GF was horrified, and all I could do was laugh, just because of the way the duck went down

One time, I saw a spider crawling in my bathtub. I doused it with mineral oil and set it on fire.

I also had ants in the aforementioned bathtub. So I boiled a big pot of water, went out the ant hole, and steamed the fuckers alive. They never came back.

Btw, there was no malice in my intentions. It was more of a macabre curiousity getting the better of me.