When I lived in Wichita Falls, Texas, age three, I used to go around
the house collecting bugs and spiders. Mostly scorpions (from the sinks and bathtubs and shoes) and black widow spiders (from everywhere) and take them ouside.

Then I would dig a pit in the dirt, dust, sand, or whatever it was, then soak it in gasoline (taken without my father's permission which he would not
have given and wisely so since a year or so later I almost burned down our house) .

Oh! The gasoline pit!

Then I would put a spider and a scorpion into the presoaked pit and set it on fire. (I loved matches) You would think that the creatures first instinct
would be to flee but instead they would attack each other and burn up in the pit. (neat) Two down and a whole house to go. Bugs, not actually the
house. Thus began my early studies in hate.
Hate will only succumb to death. (neat again) So you were reading at age four? I was working on my PhD at age three.

Midnights Voice

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