So I murdered a frog...

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Was cutting the lawn, and this enormous bullfrog somehow leaped into the path of the Skagg. To those who are unfamiliar with Skagg mowers, they have 4 rotating blades, and are nasty.

Anyway, the frog leaped into my path, and I raised the mower with all my strength in an attempt to save it.. but it jumped up into the blades.

I literally saw it get ripped in half. The head went off to my right, and its hindlegs landed right at my feet, where they twitched like mad.

I continued mowing, upset, and when I went back along the path, looked over, the legs were still twitching. About 3-4 paths alongside it later, they finally stopped.

For some reason my killing this stupid creature has bothered me for the rest of the day. And it got me to thinking... when one cuts the lawn, one is probably killing thousands upon thousands of bugs, crickets, god knows what.

So I fried up the legs in a skillet and damn, them's good eatin!

On a more serious note, has anybody ever accidentally killed an animal and felt guilt? How about over something small like a spider or ant? Has anybody ever accidentally killed another human being? (please leave Popeye references out of this)
 


One time I was driving and came up really fast on a rabbit and drilled it. Now, this probably happens to people all the time, but this one was a bit different. It seems the rabbit was standing over an already flattened rabbit on the road. I felt pretty bad about killing a rabbit who seemed to be grieving the death of its mate or buddy.
 
I was probably the only kid who never liked killing animals with my BB gun growing up. I knew my parents would kick my ass if they caught me blowing away birds and squirrels, so I rarely shot any animals.

One time however, there was a crow sitting on a tall tree a couple houses down. Probably a good 500 feet away. I had a C02 Crossman pellet rifle with a good scope. I took that bird out with one shot one kill, in high winds. Probably only a couple kids in the entire world could have made that shot. I didn't feel bad really, because it was such a tough shot, and that gave the bird a fighting chance, at least in my mind.
 
Nope. In fact, I enjoy taking off the heads of all the bull snakes around my lawn and under my porch. And I too have been lucky enough to score one with the mower (and cut up a couple others with the weed wacker).

And I'll always remember how fun it was as a kid, my cousins and I running around our grandparents farm shooting sparrows off the roofs and powerlines with our BB guns.
 
When I was in high school I was driving down the highway and some dog started running beside my car. After running for 20 yards or so the dumb thing cut left and hit the corner of the front of my car. There was snow in the ditch so the thing skidded across the snow for 10 yards, and I'm sure was killed on impact.

I did not feel bad at all because the dog was fucking retarded for doing that. I was actually extremely pissed because I was a poor high school kid and the SOB fucked up my front bumper bad. Had to drive a busted up car for the rest of high school :(
 
As a kid, I probably killed hundreds of squirrels and birds with my BB gun. We had a bird feeder outside, and I would sit in my bedroom window and snipe whatever I could. Worst of all, I video taped a lot it. I still have hours of footage on VHS.

Back then it was fun. Only now do I realize how absolutely fucked up it was.
 
Snapped this last year, and the body (even though cut in half) was squirming all over for quite awhile, was nuts.
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Not big on killing shit for no reason, but on the way back from Nova Scotia one time with my mom, a crow flew straight into one of our headlights, shattered it and got it's head embedded. Every 20-30 seconds the wing would flap up and my mom would let out a shriek and I'd have to drive for a few seconds. We eventually pulled over and got the crow out, it's head was barely attached anymore haha.
 
When I was in elementary school, a bunch of kids were torturing a frog, and they eventually threw it as hard as they could and it landed on some pavement. I kind of pretended to enjoy it too but once they left I approached the frog, and it was somehow still alive but obviously in really bad shape. I found like a little cave maybe 3-4 inches wide/deep in a dirt ditch and I put him in there and put a rock in front of it. I didn't quite understand that I was burying it alive, but when I got home I still felt like I did something wrong. So I tried to go back and find it, but couldn't. Hopefully it's because it got free. Still has an emotional effect when I think about it.
 
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I have unfortunate luck with animals and moving vehicles...

Killed a chipmunk in my backyard while riding a tricycle (I was 5 or so).

Killed two squirrels driving -- one of them's tail was standing straight up after I hit it, and slowly dropped to the ground as I drove away...pretty depressing.

Killed a dumbass rabbit that ran right in front of my car...it made a pretty loud noise, but I never found it's corpse.

On new years morning a few years ago pigeon flew into my window while I was driving and broke it's neck. We stopped the car to check it out -- it was kind of laying awkwardly on the side of the road. When we tried to prop it up (it was still alive), it would just fall down on the ground. We chickened out of killing it and just left it there.

My worst kill was when I was in a rush to the airport...I was driving on my street and a cat jumped out probably a foot in front of my car while I was going around 40 MPH. I saw it flopping around pretty violently in my rear view mirror as I was driving away -- I wanted to see what it was so I stopped and checked it out. It was still very much alive... the damn thing's back legs were paralyzed and it was bleeding from its mouth, but it was hissing madly and dragging itself toward me with it's front two legs. I felt really bad for it, but I was running late for my flight so I left the cat with some people walking by. I was told that it went into a coma and then died later that evening. No tags or anything. I feel pretty bad though, not really into killing animals. I think I would totally lose my shit if I killed someone's dog.
 
When I was 16 I was driving in my father's Range Rover with a few of the football players (who were practically praised at school) so I was feeling pretty king shit.

...A squirrel crossed the road and I revved and splattered it. That night I was actually disturbed and went home and locked myself away. Still remember it like yesterday and regret purposely revving up -- honestly had no intention of running over it, thought it'd run away.

Funny how those little things make you think so deeply.

Running over a frog, squirrel, or raccoon probably wouldn't bother me any if I didn't mean to hit them. But running over someone's pet would get me pretty upset -- especially if it were a dog.
 
People don't seem to flinch when killing pests like ants and beetles, but what about when you move on to spiders, to foxes etc? There comes a point where you have draw the line somewhere.
 
Hubby was driving 80mph down a freeway in Nebraska... giant black dog leaps out in front of nowhere. Long ass skidmark later, hubby flagged another driver down to call the dog's owners while he held the poor dog's head in his lap. Owners show up hysterical that their 5yr old daughter was going to be so hurt.... guts hanging out and all, the dog died in hubby's arms. The entire right corner of the car is now smashed in, missing a headlight... and the alignment is all screwy.
 
Incantation said:
People don't seem to flinch when killing pests like ants and beetles, but what about when you move on to spiders, to foxes etc? There comes a point where you have draw the line somewhere.
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The more the animal resembles us, the more we feel bad about killing it (at least the people who care enough to feel bad, that is).
 
I can remember when I was 16 me and some friends were smoking weed driving around some old country roads at night. We were loaded 5 deep with 2 blunts, and I'm slow rolling at 28mph. Off the road ahead I see 4 eyes light up in my headlights so I slow down a little more. I see they are 2 cats, right as I get up on them one of them bolts across the road, almost simultaneously I hear the most blood-curdling scream I have ever heard in my life ... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" just then the second cat bolts, but its too late to brake and I speed bump his ass under 2 tires. I look over and there's a woman standing in her yard screaming "JESUS, GOD, NO, OH JESUS, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

At this point I had 2 options, stop, stoned out of my mind, reeking of weed, to console this lady who's cat I just flattened, risking arrest, or just take off. I took off. Her scream haunted my dreams for years after that, I felt awful, but not awful enough to stop and go to jail.
 
^^ Of course, brilliant!

The Lawnmower Man can be paid privately, OP, to make your problems go away. Bring the dog over my house on lawn-cutting day.
 
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