So I murdered a frog...



Driving down my street one night a cat jumped out and ran into my car. I didn't see where it went, so I got a flashlight and started to shine it all over the place. Then, as I was about to give up, my light shone right into its eyes.

I walked up to see the cat, and it was completely mangled and was bleeding out.

I started crying, mainly because it was probably someone's pet. I hate cats, but I don't like killing them.

 
I use to go hunting for birds in my back yard with my BB gun. Once I killed them I always felt bad..
 
That's quite a jump in your question from "lesser" creatures to human beings. I haven't even read the rest of your thread yet, but I can see why it's gotten quite a response.

It was a giant jump, but was intentional. I felt like an idiot for having so much despair over a stupid frog. Yet, it bothered me.

Yet when I go fishing and there are a dozen near-dead fish flopping around, or they get gutted, I'm ok with it.

Why a frog over a fish? Why do I swat a fly and feel proud and try and save a spider? Maybe because spiders eat insects and contribute toward a slightly more insect-free yard? That's rationalizing...

I can only imagine the difference between a pet you care for, or a larger animal, let alone another human. You said your husband needed therapy, I'm sure this is the norm in those instances...
 
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 :(

Fuck you idiot.
 
I killed my 70 lb. pit bull with my bare hands (Stalin was his name, because he was a badass). He was our pet for 8 years, and was a good dog. A couple of years earlier, he bit me while I was wrestling with my son who was 7 at the time. Must've taken it as a sign of aggression and was just protecting him on instinct but I got about 12 stitches in my arm and still have a nasty scar. I took the dog to animal control but eventually relented after hours, and hours...and hours of tears and shit from my girl. She went back and they released the dog to her. Cats have nine lives, but dogs only have two because a couple of years later he bit me again - this time while I was giving my infant daughter a kiss on the forehead. Fucker came out of nowhere and tagged me right in the ear. I took him out in the backyard and choked him out. Let me tell you, choking a strong ass pit bull to death with your bare hands is a lot harder than it sounds. Physically, it was exhausting, but I have to admit that emotionally it took a toll on me being our pet and all. That was two years ago and it still bothers me sometimes because I know both times he thought he was only protecting the kids.

Sick fuck. I hope you get skull fucked.

Actually I hope a pitbull rips your throat out. That'd be fucking justice.
 
I've actually been quite lucky maybe cause I love animals so much. I've ran over a squirrel before at high speed and I saw the thing running around just fine in my rear view, it seems I might have just clipped the tail or something. Another time a bunny ran under my car and came out the other side...and many times I've stopped just in time to avoid a cat or a doggie (like a few days ago on my street).

I have absolutely no problems destroying bugs and even spiders though but I start feeling a little bad with bigger spiders. If it's really big I'll take it outside but that's pretty rare (to see one that big). I'll let them be outdoors.

Oh about a year ago I found a little squirrel in the back yard and I took care of it for the night and then drove it to the humane society the next day. When I got back there was another one in the same spot a few hours later and I was like fuuuuuck. I said screw it I'll leave it for the night hopefully momma squirrel will come back and take it and if not I'll take it tomorrow and the next day it was dead. I felt bad about that for some reason even though it's pretty much what would happen in nature I guess.

Other than that my uncle ran over a drunk guy wondering the streets at night when he was younger. And more recently a friend (I'll leave it at that) killed a woman who ran a red light as he was going through the intersection with the work truck (cube van). :(
 
This line alone proves that you're some sort of PETA fag.

Thx Bro. U rite im peta F4g.

There's a big difference between believing animals have the same rights as humans (PETA), and hoping someone who strangled the life out of a dog gets whats coming to him.

Keep writing those articles man, eventually you'll make some money.
 
Actually I hope a pitbull rips your throat out. That'd be fucking justice.

You either have reading comprehension problems, or you somehow think a dogs life is worth more than a child's life. I clearly stated that I didn't feel good about doing it, but he almost killed my daughter in the process and sent me to the hospital twice for stitches, so he had to go. I have no regrets about putting him down, only regret not letting animal control finish the job.

But since you want to be a dick about it, I'm 1-0 against pit bulls. If you really want to see some "justice" as you call, maybe you should deliver it, since you're an internet tough guy.
 
It was a giant jump, but was intentional. I felt like an idiot for having so much despair over a stupid frog. Yet, it bothered me.

Yet when I go fishing and there are a dozen near-dead fish flopping around, or they get gutted, I'm ok with it.

Why a frog over a fish? Why do I swat a fly and feel proud and try and save a spider? Maybe because spiders eat insects and contribute toward a slightly more insect-free yard? That's rationalizing...

I can only imagine the difference between a pet you care for, or a larger animal, let alone another human. You said your husband needed therapy, I'm sure this is the norm in those instances...


Yeah I respect your questioning it. In "The Book of Questions" there is a question something about killing a butterfly over a cockroach. Why would you not kill a butterfly but don't hesitate to kill a roach when they're both insects? Why do we give a golden pass to some and not others based on what? Aesthetics (since neither creature would harm you)? It was very enlightening. Really you start to think how much disgust drives people to extreme actions. And how disturbing that is.
 
You either have reading comprehension problems, or you somehow think a dogs life is worth more than a child's life. I clearly stated that I didn't feel good about doing it, but he almost killed my daughter in the process and sent me to the hospital twice for stitches, so he had to go. I have no regrets about putting him down, only regret not letting animal control finish the job.

But since you want to be a dick about it, I'm 1-0 against pit bulls. If you really want to see some "justice" as you call, maybe you should deliver it, since you're an internet tough guy.

Who cares what some punk thinks. I was completely entranced as I was reading your story. Yes, it was disturbing as fuck, but I really try not to judge in circumstances like yours where you are being so introspective and honest.
 
almost hit a skunk a few months back. Wife and I drove right over it and I couldnt stop in time.

we didnt hear anything as we drove but we decided to turn around a mile down the roat to check and make sure we didnt hurt it. we couldnt find it, and drove another mile to make sure.

we turned around again and started to drive back to where we were going.

when we were a few minutes away from where we were going, the road was just at that moment being closed by police (it was about 2am), because there was a really bad accident that had happened a few minutes ago.

its really crazy to think about, but the timing of that accident would have probably put us at that same spot at roughly the same time, if we hadnt turned around to check up on that skunk.
 
Nearly everyone of you has killed hundreds of animals for food, a little lesser for leather, some sinners even did for decoration! You know the feel only when it happens to you, and no act in the whole universe goes unrewarded, really.