Originally posted by Red NightI had a "Bug Zoo". Used to capture all sorts of creepy crawly things and throw 'em in there to battle it out. A pretty essential part of boyhood if you ask me.
No. I mostly played sports with my friends. I also played a lot of chess.
How do you start a war between rival factions of ants?
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Originally posted by rbmorrisI never did that. My "strange" cousin had a lizard of some sort that he used to feed live flies.
I had a "Bug Zoo". Used to capture all sorts of creepy crawly things and throw 'em in there to battle it out. A pretty essential part of boyhood if you ask me.
There was a kid down the street who used to tie firecrackers to cat's tails. He blew off parts of two fingers. We mostly avoided him.
Spent a lot of time, at that point in my life, playing basketball.
EDIT: I'm curious, did you play with dolls growing up like some of the others in this thread?
Originally posted by Red NightYou seem to be trying too hard to prove you are a MAN.
I never did that. My "strange" cousin had a lizard of some sort that he used to feed live flies.
There was a kid down the street who used to tie firecrackers to cat's tails. He blew off parts of two fingers. We mostly avoided him.
Spent a lot of time, at that point in my life, playing basketball.
EDIT: I'm curious, did you play with dolls growing up like some of the others in this thread?
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Originally posted by PhlabibitI think the same thing every time I see Red Night under the last poster column. I think: "Oh gosh, here we go again, he's going to try to convince us he's a man again" then I open the thread hoping that he's making a normal post, but every time, I am met with some imaginary manly endeavor... I give up...
You seem to be trying too hard to prove you are a MAN.
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Originally posted by MimorThe magnifying glass is one of the greatest toys ever.
Did you burn them with a magnifying glass? My brother and I melted hundreds of army men.
I used to fry ants sometimes, or I'd ignite the army men and then use their dripping, flaming liquid flesh as napalm on the ants. But not very often. I'm not a sadist.
I did enjoy throwing ferocious bugs into funnel webs and watching the duel between the prey and the spider who lived there. I justified it on the premise that I'm just feeding the spider, and if the prey fought off the spider, he was free to go.
I remember one time an earwig was able to grab the spider around the waist with his mighty pincer. I don't remember if he was able to escape or eventually died though.