This one summer there was a bad gypsy moth caterpillar outbreak. They were all over our house and garage. So everyday after skool I'd come home just looking to see how many there were, and then I'd go inside and grab our orange mallet. I would just start mashing away at them. The best was when they made that satisfying POP and their inside would spray back at me. Aaaaannnd then I started getting creative. I would take a Styrofoam rectangle and put tooth picks all along the corner of it to make a ramp. I'd take out a tooth pick, scrape a caterpillar onto it, and then mur-diddly-urder them in all sorts of ways. I would pin them down and watch them try to squirm, stab them and then flip them facing up in the air Vlad the Impaler style. And then when I was done, I'd drive a tooth pick through their heads and watch them completely stop moving. I kinda feel bad about it now.