Have you ever accidentally killed an animal user? How did you feel?

The Bird that got stuck in my chimney pipes and died a few days ago wasnt just some regular crow or pigeon, it was a fucking little owl. Knowing that I basically killed a crow since I was to afraid of dismantling the pipes, because I dont wanted to damage something, would be bad enough for my conscience. BUT A FUCKING MAJESTIC, EXTREMELY RARE KIND OF OWL?? I dont know if I will ever be able to sleep again without hearing the desperate little scratching sound it made in the pipe while suffocating. And even worse it turns out that the pipe wasnt filled with dangerous gas as I thought at first and that you can dismantle it in 2 minutes using only a fucking screwdriver.
>I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM WITH MINIMUM EFFORT, IF I WERENT TO DUMB AND FRIGHTENED.
>I buried him 2 hours ago in the local forest. Pic related.

Have you ever accidentally killed an animal, like with your car or something? How did you feel afterwards? Do you also had such a bad conscience like me or am I just overthinking?

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When it's your time to go it's your time to go user, fate had plans for that bird and halted you to make sure of it

All I can say is that you must hold on to that guilt, friend. It makes you more human than most people, including me. I've found myself torturing little animals, and was more shocked at not feeling any kind of negative emotional response than at the act itself

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It's a rather strange plan to get a rare owl randomly stuck in a chimney... Doesn't exactly have a ring of destiny and grand design to it

>be me
>10-11 or so
>get the idea i want a pet tortoise
>parents take me to pet store
>buy tortoise, tanks, food, bedding, etc
>guy says we need to buy a heat lamp
>dad says my room should be warm enough
>name him rex
>feed rex lettuce and shit for a month or so
>rex stops moving
>was winter so i figured he was hibernating
>weeks later
>smells awful in my room
>take rex to vet
>tells me he died weeks ago
to be fair my dad apologized and said he should have done more research and was genuinely very sorry about the whole thing but i was very sad

>And even worse it turns out that the pipe wasnt filled with dangerous gas as I thought at first and that you can dismantle it in 2 minutes using only a fucking screwdriver.
this is all you need to take from this op. internalize your regret and turn it into resolve, that the next time this happens you'll know what to do. and learn this too:corvids are the smartest kinds of birds, some of the smartest animals. so even if you just end up saving a crow next time know it's not at all in vain.

Seriously if the fucking assassin of the bird kingdom getsstuck in a fucking chimney than it deserved to die.

It was honestly just lucky that it was your chimney and not some hollow tree or something. There was at least a small chance for it to survive.

Same man, there was something seriously wrong with me as a kid. I'm surprised I didn't become a serial killer or something

>use to catch birds and put them in hamster cages till they died
>would feed baby birds to my cat
>caught a pigeon and snapped it's leg, I told my friends dad it fell out the tree and that we had to mend it back to health
>it died the next day

I feel disgusted with myself now, I don't know what was wrong with me. I still get weird episodes of massive headspace but the drugs stop them, makes me feel like something could happen one day.

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Natural selection. If the animal is too stupid to get stuck somewhere, it doesn't deserve to contribute to its species

I dont know why but I always had an overdeveloped sense of caring to the point where it even made me upset when someone was killing a fly. Sometimes I wish I wouldnt be so emotionally vulnerable and more of a psycho who at least doesnt get hurt so often.

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Do you also get awful nightmares, user? Sometimes I dream things that make the worst gore threads look like pony threads

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A kitten choked on some bread I gave. I felt really sad and stupid. I was 8.

That's good, don't kid yourself into wishing for apathy. Cherish your big heart. Even though my moral compass is broken, I still feel vaguely uncomfortable with myself, as if there is some force trying to knock some compassion into my sadistic mind

owls aren't that rare

>be around 7 or so
>at beach
>there's a small bit of sand surrounded by water near the shore. kinda like a mini island
>the seagulls fucking love this spot and they all stand on it
>have a great idea of throwing a rock at the huge group of birds to scare them and get all of them to fly (there was a fuck ton of them)
>do it
>seagulls flying everywhere
>one didn't fly
>its just spazzing out with a broken wing
>must be the one I hit with the rock

I don't free any remorse even though I should
I have no idea if anyone saw me do this

It depends on the specific species, sheesh

not intentionally, I would never do that but I had a hamster when I was about 12 it bit me and I instinctively shook my hand, sending it flying straight into the wall. it was still alive but it's back legs weren't working. I felt horrible and still do. I didn't know what else to do so I just put it back in its cage. the next morning it was dead so I buried it.

I guees it was a lesson I had to learn. To keep a clear mind in stressful situations and dont let your quick emotions and thoughts confuse you.
And I also would feel extremely guilty if it was a crow instead but it being a rare protected owl makes it even harder for me.

This gave me a good laugh. I tied some dental floss around a mouse's neck once and spun it around until the floss cut into its neck. Then I'd press my fingernail into its toes or tail to get a reaction. The way it squealed in primal terror made me feel warm inside. I finally got bored and threw it against the wall until it died

You know what to do now user
You killed an owl, right?
Then try to help other living creatures in the area
Build egghouses for birds (pic related) in your area
Make a bird feeder and use it in winter
It'll even your karma out

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Hit a king snake (never seen one in the wild before) with a lawnmower once. That was the worst one, but I've hit birds and squirrels with my car before.

I think the species is called little owl in English. Its population in the EU is getting constantly smaller.

Wrong pic
Do NOT build an assburger statue in your backyard

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I know what you mean. in my backyard there was an injured scrub jay which is a corvid and one of the smartest. it couldn't fly, I thought about getting a box to put it in to help but it hopped away into a bush. it died later. then I found out they actually have funerals for their dead which made it worse, that they comprehend their own mortality. he ran because he was scared of me and I didn't know if I could get him in a box without hurting him more so I let nature take its course.

Damn thats a good idea. I already feel better thinking about doing this.

Don't feel better about THINKING of doing this
First do it, then feel good

I ran over a squirrel once. Didn't feel guilty as it wasn't really my fault it decided to run in front of my car

those are endangered in and protected in swfl... you would be fucked if you did that here.

no good deed goes unpunished often is true, its why i think we are all actually in hell. it makes the most sense. Whenever i bring this up with a christian, they give me weird looks.

I killed an injured frog once because I felt bad for it when I was like 10, and then cried. I also ran over a frog by accident in the rain like a month ago, and almost cried because of it.

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>out on bike as kid
>run over snake on road
I felt a little bad.

>you would be fucked
>in swfl
that kind of goes with it all doesn't it

Also found an injured pigeon with a broken wing once when I was a kid. After I managed to catch it, I brought it to a vet because they are obligated to help injured wildlife for free. When I came back later they told me that they had to put it down. I was extremely depressed after that but then my mother called them again and told me later that the pigeon survived and they were just mistaking me for someone other. Looking back at it Im pretty sured my mother lied to make me feel better.

Maybe not for the owl, but maybe for you as it certainly had an impact on you.

Building egghouses seems a bit irrelevant to me since I already have like 10 of these in my garden but I can do other good deeds like buying birdfood to help them come through the cold weather.

You see those trips?
That's a sign user
I do not know what kind of a sign that is, but it feels suspicious

It was already dead when I found it but I once bludgeoned a pigeon with a stick

RIP owlet

One time my dog attacked and injured a baby turkey, I had to put it out of it's misery (snapped its neck).

When I was younger, my mom and I were driving and hit a blue jay. We went back to see if it was okay and to take it to a wildlife shelter, but it was laying dead in the bushes on the side of the road.

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Yeah, I use to wake up from nightmares crying and panicking since age 12. I'd run to my parents bed, though I'd never remember what the dreams were only the feeling of absolute dread. This happened up until 17 when the dreams stopped, but sometimes they come back, like once a year.

I also get these massive head pings, it feels like hot liquid in my brain why it happens. Like a sharp pain then a headache, had those since I was 8 earliest I can remember. I always wondered why my parents never took me to get checked out, there was something deffinetly off about me.

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about 4 times that I can remember, I killed a knole when I was 6 or 7 (for those who don't know a knole is a small lizard, literally everywhere in florida) I always loved to catch them and let them go but they are fast little fucks so you have to be quick, He was on the ground and I was about 4 feet away, I ran and jumped to try and get in front of him and jumped on him by accident, felt super shitty about that, especially seeing his head squished everywhere.
about 10 years later I was a stupid shit and decided to steal some barn finches babies and raise them as my own, for some reason I thought that would impress my GF, obv I didn't know anything about taking care of birds so they slowly died, one by one. that hit me the hardest and I cried a bit but these finches had babies every year so I didn't feel quite so bad.
Sometime that year a little mouse wandered into our barn and into my backpack, I kept it for a couple days and fed it but I think it bit into some mice poison because it died later on. Didn't feel so bad about that because I didn't think it was my fault persay. it probably crawled into my backpack to die anyways.
4th and final time I can remember was some crow, I had a slingshot at the time (for dicking around in the woods, never thought of hitting any animals with it) anyways I aimed and shot close to the bird, intending to hit the tree and scare it off (pretty sure it was eating some veggies we had planted) I must of hit it in the head because it just dropped, I also felt pretty bad about that but my dad was amazed that I managed to actually make that shot.
All in all not so bad I guess, I volunteer at a shelter now if that makes any difference, not because of guilt but just because I love animals.

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you always mourn those of your kin more deeply user.

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Fate rarely gives us a noble death. That is our choice to make

Does shooting birds with air riffles, and then running out and beating them dead with a tennis rack count as accidentally?

>keeping that sky rat around to take a picture
don't play with dead animals, user
you're gonna get bubonic plague

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I've deliberately killed lots of animals. I killed a mouse a couple of years back (poisoned it) and for some reason that made me really upset. Basically it came running in through my door and then hid behind the fridge. I couldn't see if it was a big rat or a big mouse (turned out to be a big mouse). I threw some poison down there and it ate it. Then I put a box over the only exist with some bread in it, and it ran into the box. I let it out into the park next door, and I could see it was wobbly. Felt bad man.

Which is weird, because I used to shoot rabbits and possums for fun.

Build the birdhouses.

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Ok Ill build the fucking birdhouses gosh

Yes. My dog. He was young and too hyper so I decided to castrate him with bands. His balls swelled to the size of a grapefruit and turned purple. They eventually gangrened to black. The smell was putrid and I can still smell it today if I think about it. It got infected and he eventually died.
He definitely suffered. He was a white dog and his back legs were constantly stained red with blood. When he rarely got up to drink water, he moved slowly with an obvious deep pain in his balls. He rarely ate and quickly became skin and bones. I had no friends, and still do not. He was the closest thing I had to a best friend. This happened two years ago and I still feel some guilt about it. I sometimes have dreams that he's still alive. In those dreams I never want to look at him. I'm sorry, Sebastian.
I've purposely killed two whitetail deer. I don't feel too good about those either. At the time it was fine. The sound of the deer drowning in it's own blood didn't affect me. But now I do not think it is morally permissible to unnecessarily end the life of a sentient being. I wouldn't want a more conscious being to end my life.

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thats fucked up user, what made you think that was a good idea? and if you noticed his pain, why didn't you stop?

thats fucked up user, what made you think that would work? and if you noticed his pain, why didn't you stop?

farmers use castration bands all the time. It's called "elastration"

are you a farmer?
is this something you had done before?
I'm sorry for your loss.

Ive intentionally killed animals. Dunno if i've ever accidentally killed any. Maybe with my car but I dont feel bad about taking life. That being said I like owls and would be upset in your case.

Crows are more intelligent than owls. The "wise old owl" thing is just a meme. They're pretty dumb compared to a lot of birds. So you should actually feel relieved that it wasn't a crow after all.

>feed rex lettuce and shit
>feed rex shit
you evil son of a bitch

Jesus man your fucked up. I had a dog as a lad and when I found out what the vets did with his balls ive always been disgusted by castration. I'd honestly rather kill an animal than castrate it. A for the deer did you eat them or utilise them or did they simply die in vain.

>like 10 years old
>sitting in back yard firing a BB gun at some cans and junk
>notice a sparrow sitting way up high in a huge tree, absentmindedly take aim at it (have never fired at any living thing before)
>pull trigger, bird lets out a sad, pained *EEP* and drops to the ground
>heart is racing, drop the BB gun, run up to the bird and see its poor little head split completely open
>sit there and sob for hours, and then many more times over the next several days

i still feel guilty even as an adult. i'm sorry, bird :(

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I drowned my mums dog because I didnt feel like spending money to get it pout down.
10/10 would do again.
only faggots wouldnt kill an animal when it benefits them

>Have you ever accidentally killed an animal, like with your car or something?
Roasties count as animals, right?

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It wasn't an accident

When I was 9 I made a homemade spear from a broom and a kitchen knife duct-taped to it, you know, for shits and giggles, and one day I heard pitter patter on my window and sure enough it was a giant fucking possum. I got the spear and ran outside and cornered the thing into my garage, then I just stabbed it over and over again, in all sorts of directions

The sounds this thing was making, jesus, it was such a weird sound, it was almost human or pig-lie, squealing and gasping. Blood everywhere. Thick nasty black blood all over the garage and my dad's car. Thing kept moving though it didnt die even with pretty much half of its neck and leg dangling by a piece of meat.

Eventually it just lied there twitching so I had to administer the final blow but I was scared it was gonna bite me. So I left it there. My dad fucking FREAKED the next day he asked me what the fuck happened in the garage last night why is there a dead fucking giant possum and why does the place look like a slaughterhouse

Man I got grounded for a month. My mom got so scared she said we should take user to see a specialist. But my dad convinced her not to and said it was just a possum

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>be me, 6 years old
>my mom got me and my little brother a hamster, we call him astronaut because we was obsessed with planets and shit
>go to sleep
>wake up in the middle of the night and really want to play with the hamster for some reason
>wake my little brother up
>tell him to wait at the bottom of the stairs
>take hamster out of cage while mom is sleeping
>tell brother that we're going to play catch
>throw hamster down the stairs to him
>he doesn't catch
>hamster hits the hardwood floor
>my mom opens the door
>everybody walk the d-
>i hide under a blanket in the living room
>she finds me anyways and beats me for killing astronaut

I have a practically identical story but with a racoon and a fireplace stoker

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you probably have some fucked up thing in your head that makes it naturally hotter, therefore causing an effect like fever dreams which are extremely lucid, normally nightmarish dreams that are caused by the warmth of a persons head during a fever

you probably have some fucked up thing in your head that makes it naturally hotter, therefore causing an effect like fever dreams which are extremely lucid, normally nightmarish dreams that are caused by the warmth of a persons head during a fever orig

I've killed hundreds of birds with pellet guns for fun. Fucking pussy

that's not something to be admired. you nor i have any right to take something's life away if it can be avoided

Looks like a simple borrowing owl to me

I feel really bad about killing any living thing. Even bugs. If I find moths or spiders I'll pick them up and put them outside. I like moths they seem a lot more chill than spiders.

I've killed a wild rat purposely because it came into our house and who knows what kind of diseases it had. I tried my best to not make it suffer. I still feel bad about it but thats just how life goes sometimes. If I could go back I'd probably try to catch it and keep it as a pet instead.

I was late to work and I was driving my old Cadillac land yacht. I accidentally hit either a raccoon or cat due to shitty vision. I was really late to work so I couldn't check to see if it was a cat or not. When I drove back, I didn't see a dead cat on the side of the road.
I felt really bad for a week