I took some small pleasure out of drowning bugs. I’d always pull them out of the water just as they went still, saving them from the brink of death, then putting them back under just as they began moving again. The second time, I wouldn’t pull them out and I’d let them die. Sometimes I’ll slowly pluck off their limbs one by one until they can’t walk properly anymore, and let them go to hobble away. Am I sick and twisted for doing this? Just the mere thought of doing it to other more sentient animals makes me feel awful, and I could never do it to another human. Part of me is worried this weird little obsession I have will escalate…