Accidental animal crueltyI once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
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rob, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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When Ants AttacksMy little sister bought herself an ant farm - one of those gel ones, where you can see through the glass frame all the tiny tunnels that the little blighters make, and watch them waving their little anty antenna around, and doing whatever it is ants decide to do in edible blue gel.
She loved this ant farm. She populated it with a few black ants, and true to form they dug mini catacombs, and ran around, content in their own little ant eutopia. It was the ant equivilent of surburban bliss, with blue gel instead of picket fences. After a while, a few of these ants died fat, content deaths of old age. So, my little sister, concerned that her sociable little ant friends might get lonely now there were so few of them left, trotted off to find some new ants to add to the colony.
She was very careful to chose black ants, as everyone knows black ants and red ants hate each other.
Well, it turns out that there is some civil war going on in black ant land.
It was a massacre. Through the clear glass frame, we could do nothing but stand helplessly by as a vicious and bloody genocide swept through the blue gel tunnels. Limbs were removed, and left to clutter up the floor. Feuding ants formed katamari like balls of rage, that rolled down the gentle inclines of their mini citadel. Corpses were piled in corners. One savage ant trooped onwards, the severed head of a foe still clamped in death onto his hind leg. It made the 300 look like a carebear movie.
In true Highlander form, in the end, there was only one. One battle weary ant, with a dead head still attached to his back leg. He lived out the rest of his days in catacombs full of ant corpses, and my sister didn't dare give him any more friends for fear of the terrible rage he might unleash on them.
When he finally died, she tried washing out all the dead ants from the tunnels with water, but they simply swirled around like a really horrific version of an ant massacre snow globe. She tried to introduce new ants, but as if sensing the death and destruction that had occured in the tunnels below, they huddled on the surface and refused to go inside.
In the end she gave up, and started raising sea monkeys instead.
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Ant massacre!This is brilliant stuff.
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Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:09,
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I bought one of thosefor my son - the ants escaped from the air holes.
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my_cat_has_no_shoes meh meh meh MEH MEH, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:13,
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...love the 'eutopia'
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hahathat's very well written
*clicks*
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Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:18,
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It's not just black ants and red ants;all ant colonies hate each other. You can't mix them.
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Bob Todd whee, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 21:17,
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Even more frightening......cave crickets.
They're cannibals.
Worse- if they're starving they'll eat their own legs.
Filthy and horrid little fuckers...
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 7 Dec 2007, 21:25,
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epicand tragic.
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urbane legend i have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Sat 8 Dec 2007, 15:38,
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