Killed to DEATH
1) One day whilst playing with my dad's air rifle, I wanted to find out what would happen if you shot a bird. So I aimed for a sparrow on the washing line and shot it. The pellet went through its neck, dropping it to the ground. It died slowly and defecated everything in its system. Since then I've never shot any birds.

2) One morning, on the way to work, a squirrel ran towards the front wheel of my 50cc chicken chaser moped. I couldn't veer away, it literally headed towards it, as if it wanted to kill itself. Scooter went over it, and it painfully spasmed itself towards the side of the road. I turned around back for it, as it was clearly in pain and I should end it's suffering. By the time I got to it, the squirrel had already died.

The strange thing was, was that roughly a year later, on the same road, a car reversed into me and sent me flying off my scooter (writing it off). Spent the rest of the day in A&E so someone could x-ray my shoulder.
(Lukeo, Mon 26 Dec 2011, 21:54, 2 replies)

That's disgusting behaviour from the car-driver.
He should at least have had the common courtesy to come back and finish you off.
(speedevil, Tue 27 Dec 2011, 9:17, closed)

Some people have double standards.
(Lukeo, Tue 27 Dec 2011, 14:30, closed)