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I thought there was a rule about outing a bloke's true identity? I better not say what I used to do to snails. Serial killers, though, tend to burn cats alive, and I could never go there. In fact, I once went hunting for frogs with a friend, and when we found one, he nailed it to a board and skinned it. I was sickened and appalled - I loved the frog! The frog and the tortoise were deities to be honoured and served (even though they always died in my gilded cages). Snails and spiders were deserving of any cruelty I could think up. A more artistic pursuit, you might say. |