“oh it was.. interesting for sure.”
“…okay well, I was around 7 and my family decided to go camping. Me, being the extremely smart child I was, decided a pocket knife would be a perfect accessory. One I didn’t see as important enough to tell my parents about, so while they were distracted I snuck out into the woods. Once I was far enough I looked around, I don’t remember how but I managed to nab a squirrel. It was small, almost like a child. I decided that it was the perfect specimen… to dissect. I was like a sadistic child or something idk, so I started, as soon as I saw blood, I must’ve realized that I was probably insane so I screamed and cried and set the squirrel free. My parents came to my aid and saw me, blood on my hands, pocket knife in the grass, and a distraught child in the middle. They kept a close eye on me for the rest of the trip. Also scolded me. I don’t know if that squirrel bled out to death or not.”