When I was about 13 years old, I used to go outside and round up a bunch of grasshoppers in a pale. Out of purely childish and morbid curiosity, I would devise horrible ways to torture them. I would dissect them, stick them halfway in wet concrete, smash them, pin them down until dehydration took them, and threw some in fire ant mounds to watch the epic battles that ensued. I had dissected so many grasshoppers that I can vividly remember their anatomies. It chills me how I would stake these poor creatures down, and literally tear them in half. I then separated out all the guts in one pile, heads in another, and lifeless shells in another. If there's a hell, I deserve to be in it. That summer of 2013, i slaughtered nearly ~40 grasshoppers in the hopes of achieving genocide equivalent to The Holocaust. This honestly crossed my mind. I know this isn't a church, but whom better to say these confessions too, and beg for forgiveness from, other than B.Net. Jesus, I hope my lord and savior the Vlassic PIKL man will forgive me for this sin. TL;DR I tortured bugs and deserve to burn.