Accidental animal cruelty
I 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.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
I 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.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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slugs
I used to live in a house which had a slug problem in the extension (which was incidentally the kitchen). They used to invade over night, or when there was a bit of a wet-spell outside. Bless 'em.
I used to give each one a "three strikes" policy. Twice, they'd be thrown to the bottom end of the garden. Third, they'd get the "circle of salt" treatment as penance for misusing my good nature, lined up on the patio each trapped in a saline prison. Mysteriously, I'd normally almost always find the circle undisturbed and no bloated inside-out slug.
Even more strangely, the starlings in that area got very fat..
I feel no guilt as it was my way of keeping the morning chorus going.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 16:17, Reply)
I used to live in a house which had a slug problem in the extension (which was incidentally the kitchen). They used to invade over night, or when there was a bit of a wet-spell outside. Bless 'em.
I used to give each one a "three strikes" policy. Twice, they'd be thrown to the bottom end of the garden. Third, they'd get the "circle of salt" treatment as penance for misusing my good nature, lined up on the patio each trapped in a saline prison. Mysteriously, I'd normally almost always find the circle undisturbed and no bloated inside-out slug.
Even more strangely, the starlings in that area got very fat..
I feel no guilt as it was my way of keeping the morning chorus going.
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