As a child did you use to fry ants with a magnifying glass?
 

You little psychopath?

No, what I used to do, at the age of 13 or so, was hold my erect penis in front of the family cat, who would sniff at it curiously.

Yes, and afterwards, I'd have this sunspot in my eyes for hours. I'd close my eyes, and it would still be there. Scary.

But it was fun frying worms, bugs, ants, caterpillars. The slow moving ones were fucked, but the quicker guys had a chance. You had to keep the beam on them while they ran for cover. Some guys made it, some melted in their tracks.

As a kid i think i killed some 100000s ants. It was my favorite game. I was doing that in such volume that my parents were worrying about me :glugglug



KILL THE ANTSSSSSSS

tormenting helpless creatures is a predictive sign of serial killer tendencies. psychopath. what the fuck did the bugs do to you?

Trespassing. They're on our property.
Theft. They stole some crumbs of food.
Assault. Sometimes they crawl on me when I'm not looking.

There's only one mommy ant (the queen). I've only managed to get one queen ant in my lifetime. It was an ant colony in a playground area. We removed a wooden block from one side, and got a perfect cross section of the whole colony. They went nuts, and started pouring out. And there was the queen. Fat, bloated, and looking confused. We torched her ass, as well as her underlings.

Even better was when we imported red ants to fight with the black ants. The red ants were totally badass. They would kick the shit out of the black ants, even when outnumbered 10 to 1. Two red ants sometimes would play tug of war with a wimpy black ant, and rip his fucking head off. We used the power of god (magnifying glass, and manually smashing by hand) to try and even the score, but even with help, the black ants sucked at fighting.

Even better was bringing a wounded caterpillar or worm to a red ant colony. And watching the red ants swarm the fucker, and tear his writhing body to pieces, and drag his flesh back into their colony.

Those were the days. When life was much simpler. Spending an entire weekend torching ants & bugs & worms, and feeling like you accomplished something.

No not as I kid, for both my parents were members of PETA.
But as I grew up, I loved them dipped in chocolate!:thumbsup

I used to catch flies and then stuff them alive in my air-rifle (bb gun) then shoot them into the wall outside.

SPLATTTTTTTTTTT !

no always trowed hot water on them

Good times :thumbsup

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Mazer Rackus, great times. To be honest i don't remember if i had killed a mommy ant. ,ost probably yes since I was killing ants all day long and hunting them down in their holes....

Another hobby i had when i was serving the army was to crash snails while walking from the apache helicopters base to the exit. Tens of thousands snails were killed during raining days.

fuckin true man, good days were these....

i'm not sure which is the more disturbing - the memoir itself or the fact you spent 10 minutes of your life lovingly and articulately penning it...

i used to fry caterpillars and ants with maginifying glasses.... i used to also catch 'croppie' fish, cut their fins off, and throw them back... then study them.... right fin shopped off... fish swims tilted left, eyeballs out... fish bumped into things... multiple stab wounds, the fish would swim slower, but not really affected....

etc etc

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I did ... about 100 ants were purified 'cos they've sinned!

I did :waaaaahh

I did. And as i was frying them my brother use to watch me and i said' 'these are ants. Ants are my friends.'

yup,the good ol days...i used to fry ants and caterpillars...the best was placing worms on a frisbee and spin it arund and watch them turn green.

Thank you all for truly giving me insight into why the adult industry is as it stands.:thumbsup