Recently my social life has been falling apart due to life changes. Lost all my friends, and I never talk to anyone in my college classes, and there are no clubs in the summer for meeting people, which drove these latent urges of mouse torture to resurface after years of dormancy. Torturing mice to death is the best stress reliever for me. For the week after I do it, I feel rejuvenated and able to stop procrastinating on my homework.
Mice are the perfect torture subjects, too. They are obviously intelligent enough to suffer (I can see their intellect when they try to escape me in creative ways) but people don't care about animals regarded as "vermin" as much as other animals. Very disposable and cheap, a live feeder mouse is just $3. It's legal because Mus musculus aren't protected in the animal welfare act.
In the past 2 weeks I have tortured 4 mice to death. Here's how I did it:
Mouse #1: Suffocated to death by squeezing its head with tongs. Got satisfaction from seeing it squirm around trying to escape, but died too quickly (30 seconds), and not as satisfying since I didn't get to hear it squeak or mutilate it
Mouse #2: The most satisfying one yet. I tormented it by holding it by the tail for minutes by end, and taunting it by hanging a pen in front of it and watching it try to grab on. Trapped it in a cup and watched it jumping around trying to escape. Pinched its tail with a pencil and watched it squeak and pace around and lick its tail in pain. Then the grand finale: Used scissors to rip off all 4 arms and legs, bled everywhere and squeaked so loud, until it was just a terrified head and torso with no way to run away when I scared it, LOL. Died in 15 seconds from blood loss and shock.
Mouse #3: Stupid. Kept it in the car too long, died after 4 hours of heat exhaustion. It suffered a lot but never got to see it
Mouse #4: Held it by the tail and pinched the tip of the tail and ripped it off to watch the mouse squirm around while hanging. Submerged it in a pot of boiling water, squeaked for a few seconds and quickly died from internal burns.
I have many many ideas. Injecting 10 cc of water with a hypodermic needle to induce severe water intoxication. Dropping in sulfuric acid. Razor blade.
It's actually really energizing for me and helps me do homework. But it's really addicting, I can't stop. People say I need to get help, what does that mean? Search for "psychologist" on google maps and call them up for an appointment? I know I'm not a budding serial killer because I do not feel this way at all towards any other animals or humans. Only Mus musculus.