Wildlife torture

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.

How ya doing, buddy?