When I was younger I used to be cruel to animals . Especially cats. My granma lives in rural area and has lots of cats. I loved to drag them by their tails. I even once threw a small defenseles kitten to a bunch of angry chicken
I loved to catch bugs and take 'em apart, limb by limb. Also, there was a small river nearby. One of my favourite leisure time activities was running along the coast, spotting frog heads and hitting them with a stick that my grandma used to hurry up cows and to help herself walk. But once after I hit poor thing I've noticed some foam rising on the water surface. It had distinct red color. I've never hit a frog with a stick ever again