LOL Ru, then you'll love this story my mom always tells me - ever since I could toddle around, I would go outside and sit with the ants, and let them crawl all over my arms, and called them my friends. When we had to get in the car, I would have a tantrum unless I could bring my friends. And I did, but I would eat them en route to wherever. Some friends! I guess the poor kitty you swung (that makes me shiver to imagine gentle roo doing) was better off.
Okay, now I'm remembering some horrible stuff I did as a kid. I used to tie the dog to the sprinkler and turn it on thinking if she confronted her fears, she'd no longer be afraid of water. I think I got an evil thrill out of doing it, I used it to punish her. Poor thing. I also tied her to the red flyer to pull the cookie delivery load when I was a girlscout. What a sweet dog. I could have been so much better to her.
And then there were the Mudapie Bees. My friend and I would catch bees in a mason jar and add mud and shake them up, trying to gentle the bees because we wanted them to be nice and friendly so we could play with them. If you almost kill them, they gentle up nicely.
Sheesh.
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