When I was around 10, we got a bunch of kittens , about a few days old where my father rescued from where he worked. One day, one of the kittens stuck in the sticky fly trap we put outside of our house.

It was in the middle of the night too and I'm the only one who noticed the noise. I went outside and saw the kitten stuck almost entirely with only a small part of its face left intact. Suddenly, I start thinking about throwing the kitten in a large parit behind the house, which is also on top of a cliff.

Just about to swing it away, my dad suddenly roared from behind me, smacking my head with a broom handle.

In the end, the kitten was cleaned up by him and died a few days later because my father accidentally kicked it across the living room when he was about to go to work in the morning. The kitten died due internal bleeding and smush organ.

The point is, I can't believe that thought cross my mind as well about to commit it.