i have snakes and reptiles. Therefore, I feed them mice and bugs.
I fished when i was a teen. That is all I have ever killed. Or would want to.
by AvengerThe other day I killed my first animal. I had been planning on killing some type of animal for a while, particularly a rabbit, but I never had a good chance to do so. So about two days ago I went outside for a walk at around 9:30 pm. Literally, like less than 30 seconds after leaving my house I saw a frog on the ground, and was filled with excitement as I knew that this was finally my chance to kill something. I very quickly smashed my foot on it twice, immobilizing it, and then ran back to my house real quick. I grabbed some paper towels, and a somewhat big rock from outside. I then picked up the barely moving frog, brought it to the middle of the street, put the paper towels over it, and then repeatedly bludgeoned it. It felt amazing having that kind of control, like a huge weight was lifted. I just decided to leave the flattened frog in the middle of the road, assuming that anyone who sees it will think it is just road kill. As for the rock and paper towels, I threw them in a bush. I then took a shower, and went back outside to continue my walk.
What was the first animal you ever killed? How did you do it, and how did it feel?
This is clearly satirical. If it wasn't, the OP would be a prime candidate for ME Thomas' spot as the world's worst sociopath (feel free to interpret the word "worst" however you want; I'm pretty sure that everyone here knows what I mean).
...and I love that Reaper was one of the few people who actually took the question seriously! Gold!
by Helena
...and I love that Reaper was one of the few people who actually took the question seriously! Gold!
That funny looking, lonely, disgusting blob needs no invitation to bore us of her made up past. It's comical to me to know that people like her 'barely' exist. If it wasn't for the Internet, she would have killed herself already.
When I was five years old I walked the plains of Africa and this giant ELEPHANT comes walking up to me. I don't hesitate but climb up its trunk and stab it with my home made spear in the jugular. Since I'm just a kid, the meat is taken and shared with my clan, but I get to keep the hide from which I made this tent that is my home up to this day.
It is indeed a cherished memory.
me too. it was like a fucking horror movie, a dark night, i stupidly assumed it was the same spider that i've come to accept that chills on my window ledge, just grown x 3289508. but then the thing started crawling into my house..i said 'no...no...no', even gave it a warning that i was about to kill it. it didn't give a fuck so i crushed that motherfucker.