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I saw this question last night and I had zero fucking clue what you meant assuming you finally lost it. I reread it today, turns out I am the one losing it because my mind wandered somewhere else. The answer would be, no. This sounds like something a child does. I used to torment and torture the insect before I finished it off. Think of it as the stereotypical evil kid with a magnifying glass burning ants. That was me. I burned anything I could find with the little sol stick I snagged from school. I used to cut off segments of caterpillars watching it squirm and writhe as it look towards to the heavens begging for salvation. Whenever my dad would leave his lighter on the desk I would go outside looking for slugs to roast up and hear that sizzle. I still remember grabbing this pencil used for construction (I forgot what it is called) and when I was a snail by the garden I just flipped it over to expose the body and jammed the pencil right inside it twisting it around. The snail made this wicked gurgling noise that is echoing in my auditory canals right as I inscribe... my, my....I cannot think of an appropriate word to describe my recollections, certainly not monstrosities as the average person would never once express sincere grief over an insect, certain not me.
