Originally posted by: exdeath
I used to pull wings off of cicadas, poke their eyes out or cut their legs off and see how they coped with it, burned their faces off with magnifying glasses and release them flying back into the wild, and stuff like that, for hours on end as a little boy. I smashed some kind of duck/geese/chicken eggs right in their nests and thought it was funny how the eggs 'parents' reared away hissing and helpless not daring to even try to defend their nests... [omfg I was a wicked kid...] but this was some place where they were destined to be food anyway so I mostly got scolded for wasting food as if they were a dozen eggs from the super market. I pulled worms in half while they were alive and got excited when they squirmed on the hook. I cut heads and gutted fish and poked at the still moving eyes of fish heads freshly cut from their bodies while their heads were gasping for breath. One time in my early teen years I even took sick pleasure in cutting a lizard in half instantly with a pair of sheers as I saw it run out of the bush I was trimming and continue running for a few feet with half its body and rear legs missing, as it's entrails leaked out behind it before it came to a stop. I felt bad about that one later though. I don't know wtf that one was all about. I can't honestly understand or explain why I did those things myself. I took neither pain or pleasure in it, it was complete indifference.
I didn't turn into a psychopath. Instead, I grew up.
All by myself, without shrinks and without psyche drugs, because as I grew older the concept of "do to others the same that you expect from them" started to sink in and I stopped doing things that I didn't feel good about when they were done to me.
Even then I would have never done anything to any kind of red blood bleeding warm blooded endoskeletal animal like a duck or a cat unless it was for some function of nature like eating.
But now I purposely avoid harming even spiders or anything really. It's just unnecessary. There are only four things I will kill without thinking twice in my house: black widows, brown recluses, scorpions, and those of my own biped upright species that wish me harm. I go out of my way to catch and release
solpugids (awesome cute little critters that totally have my admiration and respect) and wolf spiders around the house if they appear to be starving to places outside loaded with shade, vegetation, and insects. And I was overjoyed and intrigued when a long time resident wolf spider missing two legs the first time I discovered him, which earned him the name Gimpy, molted and grew his legs back. I didn't realize spiders did that, it was pretty neat and I was happy for him.
I have no desire to hunt things like dear either, despite my gun enthusiasm. There is meat in the market I can buy that is much cheaper and more convenient, even though I'm told it doesn't taste as good. But I have no issue hunting if I had to.
I feel less compelled to go out of my way protecting obnoxious or threatening human life though. I'd get a tag to go hunting in a place like Somalia or Iraq, or some free for all island prison full of rapists and child molesters and people like Cho honestly. There is no sport in it if your prey doesn't have the means to fight back. Then when I was done, I would put that mind set away and return to a proper societal mindset and blend back in.
But baby ducks? Damn. Thats just cold. I'd draw the line at killing anything that bleeds red and has an endoskeleton and vertebrae if it isn't for some useful non wasteful purpose like hunting, or pest reduction. I wouldn't jump to conclusions and put a straight jacket on him and call him a serial killer, but distant observation would be appropriate.
On the other hand, some people have their kids participate in prairie dog and misc. rodent pest hunting, just for target practice, laughing and having a blast with it as action at a distance causes a burst of blood and entrails into the air. But none of them become psychopathic murderers either.
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