this one's gonna make enemies, and although it's not the most disturbing, it's one i can share
so there was this dog named Bingo that used to harrass us when we rode our bikes past its section of the hillbilly neighborhood i lived in. it was this big ol' nasty german shepard lookin' mutt and it was mean as piss -- once took a chunk out of my neighbor's calf. anyway, i was 14 and just got a CO2 pistol with these hollow dart things for christmas. being venal, creepy hillbillies, we filled the darts with weed eater (roundup, i think) and went Bingo huntin'. my brother had a CO2 pistol, too, and we put like 4 of those poisoned darts into the dog's hide, which sent that bitch yelping. never saw it again.
found out after i went to college that the owner -- who was this old asshole -- had to have the dog put to sleep that year because of an "unknown illness". the old guy who owned Bingo was apparently really distressed over losing his dog. jesus i felt bad, but fuck! don't raise such a mean dog!
yeah, i'm a fucking asshole.
