Actually i got another true bug story which kind of reformed my bug torturing ways. When i was, oh, say ten or so I was living in a house (As one does!) next to a medical clinic. I use to hit a tennis ball against the clinic's wall (There was plenty of room in the carpark to play anything really) and suddenly two large dragonflys whizzed past. Well, i couldnt resist and wacked several balls in the air and smack! I got one of em! My sister came out and started crying, telling me i was a murderer and that dragonflys were magical and related to dragons (She was into fairys and pretty delusional) and tried to resuscitate it by feeding felo pastry (Thin pastry crap) and lo behold the litter critter came to! She continued feeding it while singing nursery rhymes and lullibys, even named it 'wings' and vowed she would take care of it until it got better. Well ten minutes later the thing died, whether from tennis releated injuries or from choking on the crap my sister was craming down its throat and I was made to swear on a pixie's life that i would never harm another dragonfly. Till this day I have kept that promise.