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Anonymous
Growing up in the country I've killed lots of things meaninglessly.
Once when I was little one of our 30 or so puppies we had at various times ran away (more like crawled away since it was so young) I dropped it on the ground repeatedly...againit took me a few days to realize it had died from the event.
My sister and put a kitten on a see-saw thing and jumped on it, flinging the kitten several yards...it took me a few days to realize it had died.
My cousin and I trapped a squirrel and shot it with pellet guns until it died.
When my grandfather died my cousin and I were driving and saw a red earred slider, we ran over it, backed up, ran over it again, and again.
Growing up loveing birds, I've always hated brown-headed cowbirds...I have killed at least 400 of them with BBs, pellets, shotguns, and poison.
Some of those cowbirds were skinned for the hell of it, some were doused in home made napalm and set on fire.
Working at pet store I routinely killed mice/hamsters/gerbils with a sack and brick wall, or seperating their spines. Working at a fish store I routinely take sick fish out tanks and throw them on the floor violently to kill them instantly.
All that said, I have a degree in biology, work at a lab and help run a pet store part time, own many fish tanks and fish/corals, and have an overactive sense of guilt and am depressed some of the time though never violent, I think I lead a happy, good life.
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