When I was 8, I was absolutely enamoured with little animals. It was a strange feeling knowing that you could hold another life in your hands, and I took every chance I could to grasp a beetle, or worm, or something. Most of them were insects, because they were easy to catch and couldn't hurt you.

So the first non-insect I got to handle was my friend's sickly hamster. Se was a bit concerned for it, since it middle-aged, obese, and seemed to spend most of its time sleeping. But I convinced her to take it out of its cage and set her on the floor. It sat there and pooped (I think it was incontinent too). So she ran off to fumble around the cupboard and look for paper towels, when I got a great idea. Pick up the hamster, and it will act like a bug! And move!

Insects are small, so I usually just held them between my index and thumb, and didn't have any idea as to how to handle a hamster. I also didn't realize that hamsters weren't bugs, and that they had different physical characteristics.

So I grabbed it hard on the neck, and basically held it up and looked at it as if I was Darth Vader. For several minutes. I strangled my friend's hamster to death.

I was a selfish little kid, so I wasn't going to tell anyone that I choked a fluffy animal to death. So I dumped it back into its cage, and ran to hide. I pretended to use the washroom, so that I might have an excuse for not being at the hamster cage. And it worked. She found the dead hamster, screamed, and concluded that it did die of old age. And I just pursed my lips and stared at a wall.
Oh my dear god................ thats pretty bad. you go bury that within your soul son and never ever say it agian