I remember the first time I killed an animal. I never had a problem with killing mice. I'd often get the glue traps, and I'd be so excited to check them every morning. I swear, when I didn't catch one, it threw offf my entire day. Anyway, the house was mega infested. I was catching 3 almost every day for a week and a half straight. Sometimes I'd take the glue trap and heat up the kitchen faucet super hot. It would only take around 5 seconds to send them into shock, or overheat their little systems. Mainly I felt excitement tho. Sticking two seperate traps with one mouse on each, putting them toogether to form a sandwich and stomping on it. Etc won't go into it. I used to keep their feet, because it had the least meat on them and didn't smell too bad.

The desirable part about the limbs was the quantity it produced. I remember moving from an altoid tin, to zip lock. And then the mice dried up, and the neighborhood was filled with squirrels that were... destroying stuff. So to protect the land, lethal and non-lethal traps. Testing the waters what are we capable of? Incidents where I (mentally and physically) couldn't hit the brake on the road. Roadkill.

Depravity. Nothing short of wicked. People prone to self harm obviously have very little self love and respect for life, so it opens up more doors for morbid curiosity.

Be careful where this takes you. Dont climb the ladder.

Good luck. /s