Christ where do i begin......
My family are originally from Nepal, where we own a farm. We often go back to Nepal on holidays. I have somehow manage to abused or injure pretty much every animal in one way or another.

When I was 3/4ish it was my first trip to Nepal, from being a kid in shit one room studio flat with shared toilets, I was transported to a massive open house with my own animals.

I went a bit mental and hyperactive.

We have a tortoise; I used him like a racing car. I used to push him along the ground and race him around the building, making all the car noises¡ vrooommmm, screech etc etc etc, having lots of fun. The poor little bastard had the bottom of his shell horrendously scratched and he lost all nails (claws?) bar one. I went to Nepal a few years ago I was 20 he was still there with no nails and still scarred and scratched, I apologized to him sincerely.

We had (keyword here had) a couple of rabbits, I used to swing them about and play with them like action figures and make them hit each other. Pow pow your dead, apart from causing them severe mental trauma. I put the rabbits down a bit of pipe (you know the type that runs down the side of your house) pushed them through the pipe, it was only about a foot or so long. The pipe was far too small and dirty. After pushing them down the length of the pipe they emerged; bleeding down their sides, head their ears were cut badly, their nails buggered. One of the rabbits died from his injures after I left.

My uncle bought about 20 or so chicks. The little yellow ones that chirp, really cute ones that make you go awe. They were in a large open top boxed under the sun, there was a bowl of cornflower which the chicks can eat. Me being young I thought they might be thirsty, so I added another bowl of water. Big mistake¡ basic science here, flour and water when mixed act almost like glue. These being chicks only a few days old, were covered in the mixture and were stuck to each the side of the box couldn't move, they couldn't stretch there little wings, some chocked on the dough, a few couldn't even open there beaks. They all died.

My uncle bought another 20 chicks. I did the same again. They all died.

Pissed off by now my uncle bought a few more. I gave them water when he wasn't looking. They all died.......again. I was told off and smacked. :(

In my defense I thought they were thirsty.

We had this massive cockerel, whose leg was tied to a bit of string attacked to a fence post. It allowed him to graze without escaping. I used annoy him by sneaking up, kicking him, shouting at him, throwing things at him and running away out of his reach when he tried to chase me. This went on for about 3 weeks. Then one day I find he isn't there. That's odd, but being young I thought nothing off it. That night we had chicken for dinner, which was strange because 90% time we just ate veg. I connected 2 and 2, it was the rooster we were eating. I didn't eat any of the meal. And felt really bad for making his last few weeks hell.

I also threw rocks at cows and goats, from 5/6 story building. I used like chasing and kicking dogs on the street.

I am a bastard.

Theres more but i might post them later.
Edit slight grammer change, it doens't like copying pasting from word.
(Poo_Pipe_Pirate, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:31, 11 replies)

Not good
That's not accidental cruelty that's barbaric.
Serial killers have had more innocent childhoods.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:49, closed)

erm...I feel a bit sick
:(
( curvylittlegoth heard the voices in your head on, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:55, closed)

the important word in the question was
accidental

seriously, how old were you?

the "I didn't know any better" excuse might work for the chickens, flour and water once, but that other stuff is pretty inexcusable
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 14:12, closed)

Wow
You're right, you really are a bastard.
Hopefully you've got better at hiding the bodies now, because there's no way you've not turned into a psychopathic murderer...
( Cawl, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 14:21, closed)

I...
was 4/5 ish for the chicks and tortiose i might of been, 10 or so for the rooster incident. I was yound i didnt know any better.

The funny things is now, im pretty good with animals and insects. I make the effort to catch flys and bees trapped in my house an put them out side. If i see a worm on the pavement i pick it up and put it on grass.

Im buddhist, but im not a vegeterian... i dont want to be a complete and utter pussy.
(Poo_Pipe_Pirate, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:14, closed)

Even at age 10 you should have known right from wrong.
"When a human dies, there is a Bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based upon what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge and which will be turned away. – Native American Legend"
(Musuko, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 18:00, closed)

B*ll*cks you didnt.....
"I was yound i didnt know any better."

More likely that you're just a c*nt of the first order.
(Aleister Crowleys Badger Nothing to see here, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 0:04, closed)

Wow
Where were your parents during all this? Did they know all the vrooming and bunny-piping and chick-flouring were going on?
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 6:41, closed)

Those poor chicks..
That's just SICK. There's no excuse for it, no matter how old you were at the time. I'd have smacked you one myself.
(Wheeler back off Amazon, she's mine!, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 19:00, closed)

seriously
I agree with what everyone here is saying.

And I can't believe that you posted this! You wanted people to know these things about yourself?

I feel sick
(loki lie smith kiss me til I'm in a coma, Sat 8 Dec 2007, 1:03, closed)